(My God, Ronny)
Chopstick, fire on the peon
Don't play with that boy, no we on
Beam on a stick in a motherf*cking Neon
Hanging out the roof with the stick
No, we ain't playing, lay him down for the bricks
And we get them motherf*ckin' lit like a Bic
Now I got a pocket full of knots
I was thirteen on the block serving Chris Rock
Nigga talking about wet, got a fake pop (bitch)
Blue jeans in my pocket, need a new pair
Bad bitch, give me top, use no hands
Now we smoking skraight runtz, we don't smoke mid
When we drive the Hellcat, use no hands, (skrt) bitch
Chopstick, fire on the peon
Don't play with that boy, no we on
Beam on a stick in a motherf*cking Neon
Hanging out the roof with the stick
No, we ain't playing, lay him down for the bricks
And we get them motherf*ckin' lit like a Bic, like Bic (yeah, yeah)
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(My God, Ronny)
Chopstick, fire on the peon
Don't play with that boy, no we on
Beam on a stick in a motherf*cking Neon
Hanging out the roof with the stick
No, we ain't playing, lay him down for the bricks
And we get them motherf*ckin' lit like a Bic
Now I got a pocket full of knots
I was thirteen on the block serving Chris Rock
Nigga talking about wet, got a fake pop (bitch)
Blue jeans in my pocket, need a new pair
Bad bitch, give me top, use no hands
Now we smoking skraight runtz, we don't smoke mid
When we drive the Hellcat, use no hands, (skrt) bitch
Chopstick, fire on the peon
Don't play with that boy, no we on
Beam on a stick in a motherf*cking Neon
Hanging out the roof with the stick
No, we ain't playing, lay him down for the bricks
And we get them motherf*ckin' lit like a Bic, like Bic (yeah, yeah)
Chopstick, fire on the peon
Don't play with that boy, no we on
Beam on a stick in a motherf*cking Neon
Hanging out the roof with the stick
No, we ain't playing, lay him down for the bricks
And we get them motherf*ckin' lit like a Bic
Now I got a pocket full of knots
I was thirteen on the block serving Chris Rock
Nigga talking about wet, got a fake pop (bitch)
Blue jeans in my pocket, need a new pair
Bad bitch, give me top, use no hands
Now we smoking skraight runtz, we don't smoke mid
When we drive the Hellcat, use no hands, (skrt) bitch
Chopstick, fire on the peon
Don't play with that boy, no we on
Beam on a stick in a motherf*cking Neon
Hanging out the roof with the stick
No, we ain't playing, lay him down for the bricks
And we get them motherf*ckin' lit like a Bic, like Bic (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Nils Noehden, Omar Pineiro, Ronald Spence Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group