Brown Bag

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that (Ryan, what took you so long?)
.40 come around that, G-lock in a brown bag
Hold up, gang

[Chorus: Ron Suno]
Why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that
.40 come around that (For real?), G-lock in a brown bag
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack
Money, paper chasin' for the green, I really count that
Why-why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that
.40 come around that, G-lock in a brown bag
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack
Money, paper chasin' for the green, I really count that (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Ron Suno]
We-we gon' boom they 'jects up if they jacked the wrong thing (Hold on)
Mike Amiri's swaggin', I be rockin' Calm Jays (Hold on)
I told gang we gon' be rich, can't stop 'til we all paid (Yes)
Niggas better not tag me in the comments, I do great (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I do what I want, the money come and I be lovin' it (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
She singin' my song, I hit her once and I be dubbin' it (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
I come from the Bronx, 'cause SBL who I be comin' with (Gang, gang, gang)
Don't look at me wrong, I got some shooters that be dumpin' it (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

[Chorus: Ron Suno & Jim Jones]
Why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that
.40 come around that (For real?), G-lock in a brown bag (Yes, yes)
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack (Yes, yes)
Money, paper chasin' for the green, I really count that (Yes, yes)
Why-why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that (Grrt)
.40 come around that, G-lock in a brown bag (Uh-huh, yes, yes)
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack (Let's go, yes, yes)
Money, paper chasin' for the green, I really count that (Shh, gang, gang)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Niggas wanna trip, I keep a hoodie in the trunk (Got it)
Jumpin' out the Lambo' means the hoodies in the front (Uh-uh)
Twenty years later ballin' in the newest coupe (Ah)
Still got the young boys, all they wanna do is oot' (Oota)
Shopping at Sax's, I got a switchy in the cross body (Facts)
Run up to the dealer, I'm 'bout to get a new Porsche body (Got it)
Lawyers on deck, I run with niggas that done caught bodies (Ah)
They wasn't with me now, shit, they probably be— (What happened?)
Wasn't with me now, man, them niggas be in court probably (Then what?)
Bail too high and them niggas gon' bond out (What?)
Tonight at Light Night, man, a nigga bring a drum out
On a heavy night, a half a mill'll pull an arm out (Facts)

[Chorus: Ron Suno]
Why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that
.40 come around that (For real?), G-lock in a brown bag (Yes, yes)
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack (Yes, yes)
Money, paper, chasin' for the green, I really count that (Yes, yes)
Why-why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that (Yes, yes)
.40 come around that, G-lock in a brown bag (Yes, yes)
I be smokin' Yummy, this high tolerance and loud pack (Yes, yes)
Money, paper chasin' for the green, I really count that (Gang, gang, yes, yes)

[Outro: Jim Jones & Ron Suno]
They definitely fixed the AC
That's real, ugh
Different
That's the new shit, you gotta