(Okay, Kino, I see you)
(Draco)
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Gang
(Yes)
(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
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap (nah)
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st- (yes)
So how can 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 that 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 takin' off her sneakers
Oh, that's your friend? Come in, 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 steadies
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
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap (nah)
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st- (yes)
So how can I-? (Gang)

Look
Spliff gon' beat now fuck the greaze
You a treesh get up on your knee's
After this nut, told her to cut (gotta go)
Fuck where you go
But you gotta leave
I ain't have shit pockets was slim
Now my suvy's come from overseas (from overseas)
Run around two step then he bleed (bleed)
Then I send him back overseas
My roady go click-clack, let me have it (let me have 'em)
Mag empty we aim at his six-pack
All my niggas they know to get back
You ain't solid break him like a Kit-Kat
Yo, Suno?
We tough up, backcourt duo
Fly to the Yams with a few hoes
Lamb' chop Urus, fuck the two doors

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
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a strap, strap (nah)
So how could I lack, lack, lack?
Tell 'em get back, back, back
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st- (yes)
So how can I-? (Gang)