Ron Artest (Remix)
They known for locking ni**** up we call them ron artest
That Russian k came with some wood n**** let's take a test
I got fans overseas over in budapest
I never thought I'll be a rapper look at how I finesse
I had to leave that bitch alone, look how far I progressed
I move like el capone my bitch turnt into eliot ness
I could never be a rat my dad be killing pest
I wish death on all the rats like I'm Terminix
Boy i stay on point my head stay on a swivel
But i'll fire a n**** ass up like an instrumental
I ain't got time for no soft shit n***** be pillow talking
All subliminal my whole life been a criminal
Check me out I'm in the kitchen having minerals
I'm turning powder into dough I'm making dinner rolls
Your bitch she been a hoe it just took me to bring it out of her yea
Her record clean I use that bitch to buy the blicks
Call me don artest how I put it on a bitch
I'm mr. vlone how I put that shit on
Gone little baby turn around and let me beat them guys up
No you can not cuff us gone head let me confess
I don't lie to no bitches I'ma real pimp yea I'm real player
If you lie to a bitch then you're lame
Off the baby bottle hitting 120 I'm on the e way
Big shipment came in it's worth a whole t way
Just met a dc bitch she cant know where I lay
Just fucked this dc bitch she can not know where I stay
Bitch I want a cook bag yea I feel like burner
And I can go no fucking where if I ain't got that burner
Fucking the little bitch from the back yea she a runner
(Try to rob)
And we gone slide like the doors on a minivan
I feel like 50 bitch I'm feared by mini men
Just ran up 15 racks in like 15 minutes
Just broke down 2 pounds of exotic in like 1 day
Sale them grams 20 each bitch that's 18k
Woah I just made a brick my trap moving like the 80's, 90's
I'ma need a beeper beamer and some bbs's
Riding through the city with the kangol bitch I'm paid in full
Getting top from a freaky bitch
She can tie a bow with her tongue freaky bitch she from the slums
Yea you know I keep that gun when it's smoke I do not run
You're man said that he's a trapper but I heard that he a runner
He a blunt splitter, a doorman's, a poor man's trapper
Ima rapper ex trapper, can't trust no hoe to take that condom out that rapper
Theses bitches be some trappers Fashoo
Fan talking tovar what a disgrace
Must be ttg lv for the waist
Disrespectfully rubbing 50k in they face
How it ain't shit and how I ran it up in a day
For all the time that they talked little shit and they hate
You ain't talking about some money get the fuck out my face
Backwoods of za broke bitch what the fuck is a jay
I stay in la can get that boy hit with ak only costing 1k
Shut up and suck this dick bitch ok
I feel like peezy and I done served more Fiens then n***** put together
350 Boes for the low tell me who do it better
Montclair for my back it feel like perfect weather
My baby bottle full of codeine you know they go together
Last born I'ma be a fucking billion dollar baby
Just fucked this bitch in a amg mercedes
Brick stepper i been stretching all the work the the 80's
I don't pay for pussy all these bitches pay me
Good stake and filet mignon we're dropping hundreds on Plato's
We from a ranch were you try to come and get smoked like i'm Frijo
Posse with pukana it's always 1942 for the vato's
Touching real money i can be without it crazy man
Spreading bands for my n***** it turned out to be a blessing
All the sticks came with wood like bitch who you testing
I'm the one you put your trust in
Yea that bitch bad but I'm trying to fuck her best friend
That Russian k came with some wood n**** let's take a test
I got fans overseas over in budapest
I never thought I'll be a rapper look at how I finesse
I had to leave that bitch alone, look how far I progressed
I move like el capone my bitch turnt into eliot ness
I could never be a rat my dad be killing pest
I wish death on all the rats like I'm Terminix
Boy i stay on point my head stay on a swivel
But i'll fire a n**** ass up like an instrumental
I ain't got time for no soft shit n***** be pillow talking
All subliminal my whole life been a criminal
Check me out I'm in the kitchen having minerals
I'm turning powder into dough I'm making dinner rolls
Your bitch she been a hoe it just took me to bring it out of her yea
Her record clean I use that bitch to buy the blicks
Call me don artest how I put it on a bitch
I'm mr. vlone how I put that shit on
Gone little baby turn around and let me beat them guys up
No you can not cuff us gone head let me confess
I don't lie to no bitches I'ma real pimp yea I'm real player
If you lie to a bitch then you're lame
Off the baby bottle hitting 120 I'm on the e way
Big shipment came in it's worth a whole t way
Just met a dc bitch she cant know where I lay
Just fucked this dc bitch she can not know where I stay
Bitch I want a cook bag yea I feel like burner
And I can go no fucking where if I ain't got that burner
Fucking the little bitch from the back yea she a runner
(Try to rob)
And we gone slide like the doors on a minivan
I feel like 50 bitch I'm feared by mini men
Just ran up 15 racks in like 15 minutes
Just broke down 2 pounds of exotic in like 1 day
Sale them grams 20 each bitch that's 18k
Woah I just made a brick my trap moving like the 80's, 90's
I'ma need a beeper beamer and some bbs's
Riding through the city with the kangol bitch I'm paid in full
Getting top from a freaky bitch
She can tie a bow with her tongue freaky bitch she from the slums
Yea you know I keep that gun when it's smoke I do not run
You're man said that he's a trapper but I heard that he a runner
He a blunt splitter, a doorman's, a poor man's trapper
Ima rapper ex trapper, can't trust no hoe to take that condom out that rapper
Theses bitches be some trappers Fashoo
Fan talking tovar what a disgrace
Must be ttg lv for the waist
Disrespectfully rubbing 50k in they face
How it ain't shit and how I ran it up in a day
For all the time that they talked little shit and they hate
You ain't talking about some money get the fuck out my face
Backwoods of za broke bitch what the fuck is a jay
I stay in la can get that boy hit with ak only costing 1k
Shut up and suck this dick bitch ok
I feel like peezy and I done served more Fiens then n***** put together
350 Boes for the low tell me who do it better
Montclair for my back it feel like perfect weather
My baby bottle full of codeine you know they go together
Last born I'ma be a fucking billion dollar baby
Just fucked this bitch in a amg mercedes
Brick stepper i been stretching all the work the the 80's
I don't pay for pussy all these bitches pay me
Good stake and filet mignon we're dropping hundreds on Plato's
We from a ranch were you try to come and get smoked like i'm Frijo
Posse with pukana it's always 1942 for the vato's
Touching real money i can be without it crazy man
Spreading bands for my n***** it turned out to be a blessing
All the sticks came with wood like bitch who you testing
I'm the one you put your trust in
Yea that bitch bad but I'm trying to fuck her best friend
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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey
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