RAP-A-RONA (feat. SHONO)

Yeah
Goku
Millz
Its gon' be that
Aye
Anytime them niggas lack
Its gon' be that
Its gon' be that
I know some steppers really savage
Its gon' be that
Uh-huh
Its gon' be that
Its gon' be that
Its gon' be that
Uh-huh

Gettin' money, that's the motto,
Its gon' be that
Aye
I need a wood wit gelato, I'm blowin' that,
Uh-huh
I turn a song into a lotto, I'm comin' fast,
Uh-huh
Its gon' be that
Its gon' be that
Its gon' be that
Uh-huh

Anytime them niggas lack
Its gon' be that
Aye aye
Stay in rotation, they got me on repeat
No hesitation, you tweakin', I'm squeezing
Ball I go Kobe, shine bright like I'm Gigi

No competition, no way to compete me
Magic a genie, put on like I'm Jeezy
Bop out on yo block and then shoot up yo fefe
Gang in this bitch, so you know you gon' see me

Demons in here like I played with a Ouija
Came From the bottom, no flip-flop
Double back, on my racks getting big knots
Shoot shit, make em' dance like a Tick-Tock

GoKu, SHONO, that's hip-hop
Niggas aint gettin busy, you trippin' lil' fizzy
Like soda, you can get popped
I fell off, but I'm stayin' tip-top

Everybody gon' hate, that's Chris Rock
Shape my niggas to bosses
Make these niggas new coffins
Get em' up out of here, chalk em

Bitch, I'm a dog, walk em
Late night, like Joe, I'ma stalk em
You ain't really up when it go down
Outside right now with a four pound

Play no games, we don't make no sound
So cold with this shit, get blowed down
No, we don't fuck around
Lil' bitch too thick hit from the back

She throwin' that
I blow so much off thrax
I should start growin' that
When I mask up, don't need no drugs

I'm goin' black
Bitch
I got the power, I feel like I'm Austin
Got the flow back, just in case I lost it
Take off the top, my top, I lost it

I run up a sack, bein' broke is exhausting
Me and Goku, we just tryna get rich
Before the corona, we done made em' all sick
I ain't with the chit-chat, 40 blow ya shit back

I ain't like the other rap niggas
You ain't get that
And thing shono want, I'ma get that
It's a lick, I'ma see it, I'ma get that
I can't hold my shit back, shorty tryna come around

But shorty you can miss that
Taylor, I'ma swift that
Nike, I'ma swish that
Amazon, bet they never knew I could gift rap

El Chapo, tryna run up a big sack
Better watch your step, you get poked like Tic Tacs
Dirty lil' boy where the fuck is yo Tic Tacs
You got a shot, better hope you don't miss that

We see the opps, we on em
I ain't tryna go back and forth, it's smoke, I want it
Money, you really don't want it
Ain't nothin' comin' to us, if we reach
We own it

Slicin through shit like the Ronin
Sick with this shit, probably think I got Rap-A-Rona



Credits
Writer(s): Giammoda Miller Ii
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