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ron tas – gunnin’ it lyrics

[intro: ron tas]
yeah
kydd yeah
kd on the beat and it’s boomin’
it’s the kydd
b-tch
whoa
yeah

[verse: ron tas]
just another kid from the h
making music everyday
i don’t play, got it written on my face
hold up wait, don’t mistaken tk for a fake (for a motherf-ckin’ fake)
cuz i’ll show up and i’ll show out like it’s planet of the apes
h-ll nah, money ain’t a problem when i’m in the city (yeah)
cuz i’ll naver be broke when my brother with me (yeah)
hunters with me and we going dumb
so, don’t act like you don’t know that dkm is always number one

[verse 2: eli collin$]
n-gga don’t play me cuz i’m not the one
and i might beat yo -ss before i c-ck the gun
crash out hard then i dip like a hit and run
f-ck a thot, then i’m out, tell my bro, “get you some”
i been rapping but i guess yall just hearing it
and i hang with n-ggas who cut off n-ggas ligaments
latina b-tch ride yeah, i like to pull her hair and sh-t
p-ssy boys crying talking ‘bout it isn’t fair and sh-t

[verse 3: the kydd and eli collin$]
f-ck how you feeling b-tch
i’m the one that you wanna be not who you gonna be
sipping and riding like i’m a professional
but we just riding like we don’t know where to go
tell the pope “f-ck ‘em”, and i’ll f-ck his daughter too
when she need help, i’m not who she running to
you gotta leave b-tch, so don’t get comfortable
you think you sick? my n-ggas will run at you
gun at you (bang!)
and i’m just doing my thing, if she call, i let it ring
you said you wanted a savage?
well i’m finna let it go, here you can have it
grab it
gunnin’ the beat like it’s call of duty
and they give me praise like hallelujah
tk is a god but not holy
try me if you think i’m trolling
thought so!
and it’s only a matter of time, trynna save up every dime
f-ck how you feeling b-tch
i been done tryin’
you ain’t no gangster b-tch why is you lying
ron tas is a beast, i put that on me
he gunning at everybody that he see
so, what’s it gone be
you either get hurt or you leave
little n-gga ain’t no mercy, please, cheese
get down on your knees
you better pray that i don’t make you bleed
deez nuts in your mouth you a f-ggot
the way i slaughtered the beat is so tragic (d-mn it)
gotta show ‘em how it’s done
ron tas has already won
you think you know but you don’t
i get to caught in the moment

[verse 4: eli collin$]
i been faded so d-mn long i cannot even move
i walk up in the building they say eli you that dude
i do not wanna talk cuz i do it might be rude
my face stays with a mug that’s just my natural att-tude
she say that she love me but i know she telling lies
mama say don’t trust no one who cannot look you in your eyes
b-ss hitting hard like it’s falling out the sky
if you run up you get done up but get props for a try
i’m a laid-back n-gga but watch how you approach
got a glock with a clip, watch this b-tch turn you ghost
yes, i keep her wet, yeah, i keep the p-ssy moist
but a hoe is a hoe, b-tch you don’t get a choice
if you ain’t get that lesson then you gonna learn
hope yo -ss bulletproof, if not, bullets gonna burn
in this d-ck you her -ss like a f-cking u-turn
she squirm, back up on that d-ck like a earth worm (yeah)

[outro]
(hamonizing)
making music everyday
in my face, hold up wait

- ron tas lyrics

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