[Intro]
This grip, it gon'
This grip, it gon' punch like grabba
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Niggas ain't never on nada
Gang (Okay, Kino, I see you)
Bucks like proper
This grip, it gon'
Look like proper
Niggas ain't never on nada
I need them bucks like—
Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the— yes
I'ma go hop out the f—
I'ma go hop out and
Yes
Brrt, boom
[Chorus]
This grip, it gon' punch like grabba
Uh, niggas ain't never on nada
I need them bucks like Giannis
Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and—
Yes, I'ma go hop out and—
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st— Yes
So how could I— (Gang)
[Verse]
They call me Big Suno, never lack
I keep a grippy stuffed up in the sack
I got this forty-five up in the bag
Please do not post the Live of where you at
Niggas gon' hate and talk, but never mind it
If I see oppers, tell a bitch to line 'em
I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic
She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty"
I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers
I sip on Henny, I don't do the liters
Told her to rate me on a scale from one through ten, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter
I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah
She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers
Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome
I'm in a big body, not a beamer
I'm in my prime like 'Bron playin' Cleveland
Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it
She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it
I feel like Trey Songz with the setties
Oh, that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty
I might just hit and pass her to the lefty
She said she love me, I don't let her text me
[Chorus]
This grip, it gon' punch like grabba
Uh, niggas ain't never on nada
I need them bucks like Giannis
Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and—
Yes, I'ma go hop out and—
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st— Yes
So how could I— Gang
This grip, it gon'
This grip, it gon' punch like grabba
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Niggas ain't never on nada
Gang (Okay, Kino, I see you)
Bucks like proper
This grip, it gon'
Look like proper
Niggas ain't never on nada
I need them bucks like—
Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the— yes
I'ma go hop out the f—
I'ma go hop out and
Yes
Brrt, boom
[Chorus]
This grip, it gon' punch like grabba
Uh, niggas ain't never on nada
I need them bucks like Giannis
Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and—
Yes, I'ma go hop out and—
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st— Yes
So how could I— (Gang)
[Verse]
They call me Big Suno, never lack
I keep a grippy stuffed up in the sack
I got this forty-five up in the bag
Please do not post the Live of where you at
Niggas gon' hate and talk, but never mind it
If I see oppers, tell a bitch to line 'em
I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic
She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty"
I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers
I sip on Henny, I don't do the liters
Told her to rate me on a scale from one through ten, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter
I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah
She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers
Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome
I'm in a big body, not a beamer
I'm in my prime like 'Bron playin' Cleveland
Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it
She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it
I feel like Trey Songz with the setties
Oh, that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty
I might just hit and pass her to the lefty
She said she love me, I don't let her text me
[Chorus]
This grip, it gon' punch like grabba
Uh, niggas ain't never on nada
I need them bucks like Giannis
Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom)
Uh, I'ma go hop out and—
Yes, I'ma go hop out and—
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st— Yes
So how could I— Gang
( Ron Suno )
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