YungManny – Ronaldo lyrics

Brr, brr!
This a banger right here Cheecho! (Bah, bahh)

Ooh! Frreh, frreh!
Nigga we got them P’s in the back-back-back
[?] that shit gon’ lack
Nigga got one charge, misdemeanor theft
Bitch we the best, hope you got on yo vest
Our bitch got shot in the breast
Catch me a body shit made me depressed
Might go to the feds if the move go left (uh)

How the hell I gotta stay with a scale
Free Lil Bermy locked up in that cell
I’m good with them numbers, I might go to Yale
Good propaganda, nothing I can’t sell
I’ma walk down, and I’m shootin’ out the cops
Pop that .45, it gon’ send his ass to God
Niggas ain’t shootin’, they be playin’ COD
Back door shit, blown him through the lob

Catch em’ with my opp, bitch I’m bound to hit
MG and brodie got lock for them counter-fits
Tried to run his ass home while I shoot from the counter bitch
He threw a hook but I hit with that counter bitch
Back door slime, niggas think he the shit
Black bitch think she from Haiti and shit
Chasin’ a box, Tom Brady and shit
Earl Thomas, my Glock got no safety and shit

Beat up the pack like Apollo
Nigga was sleep, he got hit with a hollow
Kicked her shit, bitch I feel like Ronaldo
Niggas be scared, they shoot with they eyes-closed
I’m in the trap with like 3 thots
Fuck in a log ‘ole bitch, she from tree tops
She suck on that dick, it sound like she beep-bop
6th grade rob a nigga for a leisure
Big Manny on some cool shit
Bitch gon’ get on the balls like a pool stick
You ain’t like one thing with a full clip
Chicago Michael Jordan, I’m on that bullshit
Nut on her face, that shit look like some cool whip
Hammers, nails, I slide with a tool bitch
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout [?] but I slide with a boom stick
Yeah, I smell like a Jay-Z blueprint

That nigga mad cuz I’m fuckin’ his bitch
Good, talk shit, I’ll run off with a stick
Young nigga mad cuz I showed her his dick
But you get what you get and you don’t get upset
CC and DK I play for the net
[?]
When I get up I’ma bring my men
Bust down AP bitch, I’m Ben 10
10 bands in the bankroll
Like I hate origami lil nigga I can’t fold
Rob a nigga, make a hit in the same clothes
[?], took a vid, put her on BangBros
Nigga my son, do you not here the same flow?
[?]
Steppin’ on shit, got fucked up by them Lagos
Young OG, yes a nigga got 6-O

Ooh! Frreh, frreh!
Nigga we got them P’s in the back-back-back
[?] that shit gon’ lack
Nigga got one charge, misdemeanor theft
Bitch we the best, hope you got on yo vest
Our bitch got shot in the breast
Catch me a body shit made me depressed
Might go to the feds if the move go left (uh)

How the hell I gotta stay with a scale
Free Lil Bermy locked up in that cell
I’m good with them numbers, I might go to Yale
Good propaganda, nothing I can’t sell
I’ma walk down, and I’m shootin’ out the cops
Pop that .45, it gon’ send his ass to God
Niggas ain’t shootin’, they be playin’ COD
Back door shit, blown him through the lob