(Okay, Kino, I see you) (Draco) This grip, it gon' punch like grabba Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes Niggas ain't never on nada Gang Bucks like proper Look like proper Niggas ain't never on nada I need them bucks like— Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the— yes I'ma go hop out the f— I'ma go hop out and Yes Brrt, boom This grip, it gon' punch like grabba Uh, niggas ain't never on nada I need them bucks like Giannis Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) Uh, I'ma go hop out and— Yes, I'ma go hop out and— Tell 'em get back, back, back Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap So how could I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— Yes So how could I— (Gang) They call me Big Suno, never lack I keep a grippy stuffed up in the sack I got this .45 up in the bag Please do not post the Live of where you at Niggas gon' hate and talk, but never mind it If I see oppers, tell a bitch to line 'em I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty" I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers I sip on Henny, I don't do the liters Told her to rate me on a scale from one through ten, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome I'm in a big body, not a beamer I'm in my prime like 'Bron playin' Cleveland Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it She wanna bump my music, but don't leak it I feel like Trey Songz with the setties Oh, that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty I might just hit and pass her to the lefty She said she love me, I don't let her text me This grip, it gon' punch like grabba Uh, niggas ain't never on nada I need them bucks like Giannis Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) Uh, I'ma go hop out and— Yes, I'ma go hop out and— Tell 'em get back, back, back Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap So how could I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— Yes So how could I— (Gang) Look Spliffy gon' beat now, five degrees You a treesh, get up on your knees After the nut, told her to cut, give a fuck where you go, but you gotta leave I ain't have shit, pockets was slim, now my suvies come from overseas Run around, two step, then he bleed Then I send him back overseas My Rollie go click-clack, let me have it MAC empty, we aim at his six pack All my niggas, they know to get back You ain't solid, break him like a KitKat Yo, Suno We top five, backcourt duo Fly to the Ms with a few hoes Lamb chop Urus, fuck a two-door This grip, it gon' punch like grabba Uh, niggas ain't never on nada I need them bucks like Giannis Been gettin' rich, I'm on top of the roster Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) Uh, I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) Uh, I'ma go hop out and— Yes, I'ma go hop out and— Tell 'em get back, back, back Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap So how could I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Don't sweat the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— Yes So how could I— (Gang)