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Roney Woo

[Intro]
These niggas hiding
They wasn't riding
My niggas sliding
You ducking sirens
Until we find it

[Verse 1]
Like it wasn't bad enough that you were hiding
You was lying to niggas that you were sliding
You wasn't ducking the laws and the sirens
But he talking a lot until we find him
[Producer Tag: Steve Kroeger]
Roney got the touch, I got the Midas
Hit a nigga up I get him minused
Sicker than corona virus
We just turned that boy into a pilot, fly him
She wanna give me neck inside the cockpit
But the trap got a bird like an ostrich
Same niggas kept him safe, had 'em boxed in
They gon' buy a suit for his coffin, often

[Chorus]
Gooners running up, yeah we lost it, awesome
Dressed in all black, got some goth shit, gothic
Youngin did a job, yeah he sauced him, off this
We do boss shit, we don't talk, we don't talk dem
Gaza still dead, send a spell, make him hot then
Risen from the dead, give him hell, no caution
Niggas is my sons, got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city gets exhausting, woo!

[Verse 2]
And we ain't parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision, so we put him mission
Made him whip a pot, got a mission in this kitchen
He shoot with precision, we don't need to give permission
Damn!
That lil' boy he so persistent
Send him on a mission, he gon' leave a nigga missing
We ain't parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision, so we put him mission
Used to think sometimes, like how I got here
From beach chairs in the trap wit' a mean glare
Couple grams in the pocket of my Rocawear
Now I'm riding out in Moncler
I can do no wrong when I rap songs
Blow a bomb like I'm Saddam
Niggas funny like a sitcom
In my city, niggas peeons
Shoot 'em put the beam on
Flee the scene we gone
Treat him like a Futon
Fold him if he move wrong
My brown bitch look like Mulan
And she love me when my jewels on

[Chorus]
Gooners running up, yeah we lost it, awesome
Dressed in all black, got some goth shit, gothic
Youngin did a job, yeah he sauced him, off this
We do boss shit, we don't talk, we don't talk dem
Gaza still dead, send a spell, make him hot then
Risen from the dead give him hell, no caution
Niggas is my sons, got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city gets exhausting, woo!
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