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[Roney]
Shorty, she bad
I'm hittin' it fast, she too attachable
Ratchet, it's on
Shoot it like bombs, my nigga, I'm 'bout to blow
She movin' calm
When I hit it raw, when I hit it slow
She movin' calm
When I hit it raw, when I hit it slow (Steve Kroeger)

[Roney]
I know it's time to go viral
Shit on my haters, meet all my idols, uh
I know some idols rivals
Niggas, they haters, hit 'em with spirals, yeah
I know my life's a movie
It's like Survivor, shoot for survival
Goonies, they tryna go viral
Duck from surveillance, movin' like Waldo
Where did they all go?
Goonies, they all fold, they paperweight
Where did they all go?
We do it like Marlo, just save the faith
Bullets like marbles
It hit up his cargo and drop his weight
Goonies, they all stress
We don't need a vest, bullets, they aim for face
Whip it and double
She just wanna cuddle, she wanna blow me like bubbles
I know she trouble
The way that she do it is way too subtle
Roses and petals
She tried get me trapped, that shorty a devil
Work for the L-O
I'm hittin' the trap to double the, double the, double the

We gonna ride
We gonna slide, yeah, we gonna roll
He got the fifth
I got the five, yeah, I got the four
He hit his back
I hit his head, yeah, I hit his 'fro
He diss the clique
Yeah, he gotta die, yeah, he gotta go

Shorty, she bad
I'm hittin' it fast, she too attachable
Ratchet, it's on
Shoot it like bombs, my nigga, I'm 'bout to blow
She movin' calm
When I hit it raw, when I hit it slow
She movin' calm
When I hit it raw, when I hit it slow
[YH]
Say we gonna ride
We gonna roll, yeah, we gonna roll
We gonna slide
Zombie my tip, yeah, he gotta go
Tried to give 'em my heart
But they want my life, yeah, they want my soul
These bitches ain't right
Don't sleep in the night, you know I'ma blow
[Roney]
Rondawg too hard, I'm pissed off
Drum on that beat like punk rock
Hit the trap way clean just to pump rock
And you know that the ting is on koch
And you know that the bling is on koch
He was tryna buy her rings, he so soft
He ain't tryna do a ting, it's all talk
And the hood full of metal like a car lot
Two pots, stovetop
Turn that doorknob
Burn that right off
His dawgs write-offs
No gwop, no mop
In jail and he beggin' for a boopbop
So stale, they all rot
Rondawg, he's fly like an astronaut

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