Ron Suno – “Winners” (ft. Sheff G)

Ron Suno - Winners (ft. Sheff G) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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Ron Suno Winners
Ron Suno Winners

Ron Suno’s made an effortless transition from comedy into rapping over the years that many might overlook his comedic side. The Bronx MC has risen to fame alongside the Brooklyn drill scene, tackling the sound with his own twist on the triplet flow. The release of 2020’s Swag Like Mike further cemented his status in the New York scene, especially with his unique twist to the drill sound.

This week, he emerged with a brand new banger alongside a pioneer in the drill scene. Ron Suno and Sheff G connect on their sleek new banger, “WINNERS.” F.A.M.E. delivers a high-energy beat fitted to hit the Woo to while Ron Sumo unleashes a flow that hits like gun fire. However, it’s Sheff G that steals the show on the record in a matter of bars. The Proud Of Me Now rapper slides through with confidence and ease before flipping into an ASMR flow and whispering the last few bars of his verse.

Ron Suno – Winners (ft. Sheff G)

 

Lyrics

(Intro)
Ron Suno
Niggas know the fucking vibes
Bang, bang
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Fuck what you jacking boy
Fuck what you claiming
Fuck what you…
Bang

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(Chorus: Ron Suno)
I’m on the scene and we did ’em
You cannot fuck with a winner
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Gang
Fuck what you jacking boy
Fuck what you claiming
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take ’em
Make a wrong move then we…
Gang
We gon put ’em in motion
Bullets gon rub up and down like it’s lotion
Ron Suno, niggas know what I’m toting
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I’m smoking
I cannot wait ’til we catch ’em, we get ’em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit it
Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted

(Verse 1: Ron Suno)
I be too dead of the weed, had to wake up
We line ’em up, he get cut for the shape up
How you gon flex? but you broke get ya cake up
How bout we spot ’em, we gon have to break son
I pour the drink, pour the ice in the cup
Pull-up we link probably fight in the club
Niggas want smoke then we lighting him up
That’s not ya mans, why you hyping ’em up?
Look at the racks that I get in a day
Flip through the pack, I might flip through the cake
Niggas is broke never been in a Wraith
I’m on the road gotta bend with a drake

(Interlude: Ron Suno)
Tell them niggas pull up, i just be toting the semi
Tell them niggas, get with me
I might just hop out a Bentley
I might just spend like 50

(Chorus: Ron Suno)
I’m on the scene and we did ’em
You cannot fuck with a winner
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Gang
Fuck what you jacking boy
Fuck what you claiming
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take ’em
Make a wrong move then we…
Gang
We gon put ’em in motion
Bullets gon rub up and down like it’s lotion
Ron Suno, niggas know what I’m toting
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I’m smoking
I cannot wait ’til we catch ’em
We get ’em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit it
Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted

(Verse 2: Sheff G)
Look, I cannot wait ’til we catch ’em, we get ’em
I call up Billy, I pass it he wet ’em
I’ll just rebound if he miss, like a center
Before the coat, brought a gun for the winter
Ay, look
Uppin’ the chop
Ion like birds, imma shot at the flock
Niggas like Sheff, “you be moving too…”
Niggas like Sheff, “you be moving too hot”
I get the bands
I’m double n’ flippin’ it
I’m in the foreign, ya bitch in here whippin it
I hit it once, she calling, she missing it
Catch a new opp for the week, we dismissing ’em
Ay, ay
Look at him running
I drop a bag on any, on any who want it
Diss on the gang, be gone by the morning
Shots at his back he was frontin’

(Chorus: Ron Suno)
I’m on the scene and we did ’em
You cannot fuck with a winner
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Gang
Fuck what you jacking boy
Fuck what you claiming
Shooters they ready, they fly out the nation
Make a wrong move in the spot, then we take ’em
Make a wrong move then we…
Gang
We gon put ’em in motion
Bullets gon rub up and down like it’s lotion
Ron Suno, niggas know what I’m toting
Roll up a blunt and the gas that I’m smoking
I cannot wait ’til we catch ’em, we get ’em
Leave in a Buick, I hop out the Civic
Niggas too soft, bet them niggas not wit it
Choppas too big, we gon aim at his fitted

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