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letra de run out - g$ lil ronnie

[intro: rizzoo rizzoo]
rizzoo rizzoo
yeah, rizzoo rizzoo cuttin’ up
basslord!
tsf, hoodfame
don’t bang
digital norm
it’s hot!

[chorus: g$ lil ronnie]
good dope, come shop ’til you drop, we’ll never ever run out
serve bad ’til the tabs do a jump out
cook crack, i serve it out the plate like a n-gga brought the lunch out
n-gga better come with his money when he come tryna score
lil’ n-gga, we ain’t never here to front out
designer on me like i just hit saks, did a run out
i’m the lil’ n-gga bring the punch out
i’m the lil’ n-gga bring the punks to the party
can’t forget to mention that i came with a forty
got red, got white, b-tch, i’m lookin’ like a target
ayy, a lot of these n-ggas be hype, just barkin’
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d probably be somewhere still trappin’ out of some lil’ b-tch apartment
ain’t dodgin’ no n-ggas, we just duckin’ charges
it’s straight drop, n-gga, no cut, no barkin’ it’s hot!

[verse 1: rizzoo rizzoo]
choppers in the car, ’bout to shoot up the party
send the green goblin, just tell him the target
i dropped out of school, every day i was tardy
’cause i was outside tryna run in apartments
my pocket was broke, now i walk with a forty
and that other forty on me, so don’t make me go r-t-rded
and ronnie get the pills, he don’t play, he just scorin’
and thought that we slippin’, got choppers on tour
and we loadin’ guns while you playin’ with toys
i grew up with trappers and scammers, big boys
and we close your mouth if you talkin’ noise
she love my jewelry, it’s makin’ her moan
and we know you fake, hear it all in your voice
whoop me a n-gga, mistake me for floyd
out on the stage and we showin’ them ‘roids
we platinum in the streets, they worry ’bout the toys (it’s hot!)
[chorus: g$ lil ronnie]
good dope, come shop ’til you drop, we’ll never ever run out
serve bad ’til the tabs do a jump out
cook crack, i serve it out the plate like a n-gga brought the lunch out
n-gga better come with his money when he come tryna score
lil’ n-gga, we ain’t never here to front out
designer on me like i just hit saks, did a run out
i’m the lil’ n-gga bring the punch out
i’m the lil’ n-gga bring the punks to the party
can’t forget to mention that i came with a forty
got red, got white, b-tch, i’m lookin’ like a target
ayy, a lot of these n-ggas be hype, just barkin’
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d probably be somewhere still trappin’ out of some lil’ b-tch apartment
ain’t dodgin’ no n-ggas, we just duckin’ charges
it’s straight drop, n-gga, no cut, no barkin’ it’s hot!

[verse 2: g$ lil ronnie]
ayy, n-ggas be plotchin’, hollerin’ ’bout we hidin’
these n-ggas know i’m in the hood, come and find me
ayy, ain’t no such thing as work on kasami
get straight with a n-gga like he need a llama
these n-ggas be low-key, oppers and really be grimin’
so f-ck cl!ckin’ up and combinin’
ayy, hoodfame gang, more bottles than mamas
get money off b-tches and spend it on diamonds
more sauce on me than a lil’ bit
need your fix? let me weigh it up real quick
quit the b-tch if she ain’t with givin’ it
f-ck the p-ssy, b-tch, i’m in it for the benefits
ayy, can’t never run out of narcotics, we got an infinity
these n-ggas be broke, they be needin’ a lending
we want that smoke like we comin’ through chimneys
come shop ’cause a n-gga got plenty
[verse 3: peso peso]
straight drop, no cut
my esé gon’ slide up in a truck
i’m ridin’ in the hood right now with a fifty-round drum
got pound, got lean, got pills, got dust
i’m in your hood with a mac-10
i’m countin’ them racks, my diamonds are smackin’
i’m drippin’ in flavor, n-gga, even back then
play with the gang, get you k!lled for a backend
i drip in the gala, versace my coat
i drip and i splash in a white range rover
serve a thousand pounds, then i lay low
and in my hood, they look up to peso
n-gga out of state, sent the racks over
i sent the pack off, then he bought eight more
big guns like g.i. joe
johnny got me froze, i feel like an eskimo

- g lil ronnie

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