Bnizz, Ron Suno, Zay Munna - What They Gon Say Lyrics

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms
Started fucking in the room no problem
Please keep a stick, cause you know that i got one
She gave me top straight from the bottom

I gotta to hit that split that, she want to bring a friend, i said i'm with that
It's too many opps, can't miss that
First nigga reach, then i swear he get clipped at
With the mac Amiri i be drippin
Step in Dior, but i am not Christian
And i pray to god i hope he listen
I smoke the Za, got a weed addiction

I be cooking heat up in the kitchen.
Feel like Betty Crocker on a mission.
Nina on me and she and she different
I finger fuck her, i love it when i hit it

Bullet go Boom, Bullet go Boom
You Can get sent to the Citizen News
What they gon say, cause they gettin it too
Too many knots when i'm running through
I'm off the Za, I smoke the opps
He tried to run, he could get shot

Bullet go Blah, Bullet go
All these bullets gon fuck up the spot
Like what they gon say, because i'm a gangsta
Hit the sky he get caught like a shape up
Niggas be dissin, but go get your cake up
Get bands like straight traffic off the wake up

Bullet go Boom, we gon aim at his neck
Act a fool when i move with this Tech
King of The Bronx, niggas know im the best
Speak on the dead niggas, you could be next

I feel like Kobe Bryant on the lakers
I got you lackin, with the cherry take it
Channel 11 bout to make him famous
On The news they said he couldn't make it
Most these niggas be cappin, they pussy
Get tough get ran out your hoodie
Oh thats a opp, i can tell cause he looking
Get a beat down like we in the booking

Bullet go Boom, we gon aim at his neck
Act a fool when i move with this Tech
King of The Bronx, niggas know im the best
Speak on the dead niggas, you could be next

Bullet go Boom, we gon aim at his neck
Act a fool when i move with this Tech
King of The Bronx, niggas know im the best.
Speak on the dead niggas, you could be next

I got shooters like it's golden state
Every player get hit in the face
Hop out treys got shots on the 8
Poppa got 30 so get out the way
We get Busy
You can shot in the spot of you jiggy
Off the migos i really do Henny
Slide to the hills, tryna catch me a drilly
Shots to the torso, gon fuck up his kidney
Thot on body get deady and mixy
And she wylin cause Trey get mixy
Think im lackin im taking her with me
Cah, Cah , Think im lackin im taking her with me
2Tech got a beam on the scope
He play, i reach, i throw
Put the beam on his head, trying to up that scope
And you cant name a nigga i follow
King of my house got me feeling like Ralo
If we fuckin, i bust right inside you
I get Nasty. From the back i'm grippin her ass cheeks
Im demon just check out my wrap sheet
Bitches got bitches, what the fuck is a jackie
Oh he lackin, off the 30 i bust off the action
Im pop out the car like whats crackin
Catch him, scrap him, make sure he cap him

I'm with your bitch and I ran out of condoms
Started fucking in the room no problem
Please keep a stick, cause you know that i got one
She gave me top straight from the bottom

I gotta to hit that split that, she want to bring a friend, i said i'm with that
Its too many opps, can't miss that
First nigga reach, then i swear he get clipped at
With the mac Amiri i be drippin
Step in Dior, but i am not Christian
And i pray to god i hope he listen
I smoke the Za, got a weed addiction