REVERSE TIME ft. Drego, Beno & BandGang Lonnie Bands Lyrics

Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up

Boy

Aye

Ron-Ron do that shit

Lil bro, you gotta chill this shit come with time

They heard I'm a street lord like I fuck with wine

When he cookin' in the kitchen, you gotta close the blinds

If he shootin' out the whip, he ain't under mines

Catch a nigga in the stew while he rehearsin' lines

And hit his ass in the head to see what's on his mind

Nigga murder money missions, that's what's on my mind

I catch a flight out to LA just to reverse the time

Cause I need it back

And when I touch down in yo' bitty, bitch, I need a strap

And when we hop up on that road, we get to runnin' laps

It's like I'm in a windy city, how I'm blowin' bags

I'd rather feel your mama cry than my mama cry

All that shit I did, bitch, come with time

I keep on shootin' on her, and she wonder why

Come back with 50,000, yeah, bitch, voila

Lil' bitch think she a ten, but she a nine

My dawg on a block, he ain't play the five

I get that shit in, then I send it out

Yeah, this bitch on my dick, yeah, water mouth

Cook you up, I have it split, sir, you a ounce

Shut up, bitch, is you in or is you out

I got a half a brick of dog on my other route

I stashed 150,000 in my unky house

Huh, I made my first 100 bands out of Town

Huh, I mixed that fetty wap with that Bobby Brown

Huh, I made my first stick, I bought it, had a hundred rounds

Huh, I used to slide on they block and make him James Brown

Huh, I'm with this Glock 23, I'm like James Brown

Huh, don't even worry about them murders, we got the bond

And they asking me about some murders, I'm like, what

I'm Lil' John, bitch asking what's that chain on my shirt

Bitch, that's alkaline, huh, damn

This lil' bitch ain't never seen the real water

Loni, why you tryna pimp on somebody, daughter

Huh, you ain't never crept on a nigga, huh, and knocked the grill off

Put a hole in his head, look dog he a real dolphin

Lil' bro you gotta chill, this shit come with time

They heard I'm a street lord like I fuck with wine

When he cooking in the kitchen, you gotta close the blinds

If he shooting out the whip, he ain't under mines

Catch a nigga in the stu while he rehearsing lines

And hit his ass in the head to see what's on his mind

Nigga murder money, missus, that's what's on my mind

I catch a flight out to LA just to reverse the time, bitch