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[Intro: Ron Suno]
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Ron Suno, niggas know the fucking vibes
Jay got the bangers
Busy
I get busy
Semi, semi
Gang
Bang

[Chorus: Ron Suno]
Like hol'up
Roll up the ooh la la up in the Molly
Walkin' with 2 Glocks up in the party
Nigga, don't move hot 'cause I'ma spark it
Hol'on, yes (yes)
We let it get busy with the knockers
Niggas be talkin', gettin' outta' pocket
They really don't want it, bang 'em like the rockets
Like hol'up
Roll up the ooh la la up in the Molly
Walkin' with 2 Glocks up in the party
Nigga, don't move hot 'cause I'ma spark it
Hol'on, yes (yes)
We let it get busy with the knockers
Niggas be talkin', gettin' outta' pocket
They really don't want it, bang 'em like the rockets

[Verse 1: Ron Suno]
They want smoke on the road, I'ma catch me a case
And I'm all in her throat, I be catchin' the face
And I use to be broke, that was back in the days
Now I run through the dough like its cash in the bank
The dummies be watchin', I'm known for the violence
I spin on my dolie, I'm startin' a riot
They talk like they know me, but niggas be lyin'
2 shots out the semi, can't catchin' me hidin'
We might just bend him like Tracy McGrady, I'm really ballin' like KD
None of these niggas can play me, Ron Suno the best, that's the reason they hate me
Got some bangers in Harlem
Please do not slide if you don't want no problem
Ready to ride in the Ghost, I go harder
We let it drop, I told brodie to park him

[Chorus: Ron Suno]
Like hol'up
Roll up the ooh la la up in the Molly
Walkin' with 2 Glocks up in the party
Nigga, don't move hot 'cause I'ma spark it
Hol'on, yes (yes)
We let it get busy with the knockers
Niggas be talkin', gettin' outta' pocket
They really don't want it, bang 'em like the rockets
Like hol'up
Roll up the ooh la la up in the Molly
Walkin' with 2 Glocks up in the party
Nigga, don't move hot 'cause I'ma spark it
Hol'on, yes (yes)
We let it get busy with the knockers
Niggas be talkin', gettin' outta' pocket
They really don't want it, bang 'em like the rockets

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Nigga, don't move hot 'cause I'ma spark you
He talkin' crazy, turn him to a target
Pull up and step back, turn him into Harden
We let off shots like we at the Gardens
She takin' shots, now she wanna dance, put her in the mic', turn her to a artist
Bad lil' bitch look like Lori Harvey
Green on me like I'm at the Harvey's
She said her fav', he go to Harding's
I'm so high, I'm up with the Martians
Ride with the chop', give a fuck 'bout the Sergeant
Move like the mob, you get rolled in a carpet
I'm in the trap and brodie still whippin' his elbow, winnin', he like Vince Carter
Smoke out the elbow, bag gettin' larger
Came out the hellhole now to get richer
You know them [?] be on my fit
We in the city, we still in the mix
Brodie don't rap, but he still makin' hits
If I ain't rap, I be takin' yo' shit
I pour the lean and I'm takin' a-
I pour the lean and I'm takin' a sip
If its a bag, then I'm taking that trip
If shawty bad, then she taking a- (hey)

[Chorus: Ron Suno]
Like hol'up
Roll up the ooh la la up in the Molly
Walkin' with 2 Glocks up in the party
Nigga, don't move hot 'cause I'ma spark it
Hol'on, yes (yes)
We let it get busy with the knockers
Niggas be talkin', gettin' outta' pocket
They really don't want it, bang 'em like the rockets (hol'on)