Ron Suno – “Grabba (remix)” (ft. Dusty Locane) [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Ron Suno - Grabba (remix) (ft. Dusty Locane) (prod. FlossyDraco & KinoDa1)

unveils the visual for a remixed version of the “” song featuring . The song was produced by & .

Ron Suno Grabba (remix)
Ron Suno Grabba (remix)

The mixture of comedy and a menacingly deep delivery has made Ron Suno an incredibly unique figure in the drill scene. For one, he’s from the Bronx, not Brooklyn, like many of the drill stars emerging out of New York. On top of that, he’s a former comedian and YouTuber that’s managed to shed the stigma of both as he entered the rap game.

The single “Grabba” was a highlight off of Suno’s Jokes Up project he dropped earlier this year. This week, he slid through with the official remix to the song with the help of Dusty Locane. Suno’s verse from the original track remains the same but Dusty Locane’s sprinkles his aggressive energy to the mix to boost the record.

Ron Suno – Grabba (remix) (ft. Dusty Locane) (prod. FlossyDraco & KinoDa1)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(This grip it gon’
This grip it gon’)
(Draco) Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin vibes (Punch like grabba
Niggas ain’t never on nada)
Gang (I need them)
Okay, Kino, I see you (Bucks like grabba
This grip it gon’
Punch like grabba
Niggas ain’t never on nada
I need them
Bucks like gr—
Been gettin’ rich, I’m on top of the—, yes
I’ma go hop out the f—
I’ma go hop out and
Yes)
(Boom)

[Chorus]
This grip it gon’
Punch like grabba
Niggas ain’t never on nada
I need them
Bucks like Giannis
Been gettin’ rich, I’m on top of the roster
I’ma go hop out and flock ’em (Boom)
I’ma go hop out and flock ’em (Boom)
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 can I lack, lack, lack?
Tell ’em get back, back, back
Those were the facts, facts, facts
I keep a st— (Yеs)
So how can I—? (Gang)

[Verse 1 ron suno ]
They call me Big Suno, nevеr lack
I keep a grippy stuffed up in a 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 light ’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 1 through 10, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter
I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah
She give me top, I’m taking off her sneakers
Oh, that’s your friend? Come and 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

[Chorus]
This grip it gon’
Punch like grabba
Niggas ain’t never on nada
I need them
Bucks like Giannis
Been gettin’ rich, I’m on top of the roster
I’ma go hop out and flock ’em (Boom)
I’ma go hop out and flock ’em (Boom)
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 can 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)

[verse 2 Dusty Locane]
(cough cough)
Look
Spliffy gon eat now fuck the greaze
You a treesh get up on your knee’s
After this nut
Told her to cut
Give a fuck where you go
But you gotta leave
I ain’t have shit pockets was slim
Now my suvy’s come from overseas
Run around two step then he bleed
Then i send him back overseas
My rolie go click clack let me have it
Mac empty we aim at his 6 clack
All my homie’s they know how to get back
You ain’t solid break him like a kit kat
Yo suno?
He tried to fight back call dudo
Fly to the m’s with a few hoes
Lamb chop urus fuck the two doors

[Chorus]
This grip it gon’
Punch like grabba
Niggas ain’t never on nada
I need them
Bucks like Giannis
Been gettin’ rich, I’m on top of the roster
I’ma go hop out and flock ’em (Boom)
I’ma go hop out and flock ’em (Boom)
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 can 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)

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