Roney Lyrics
"Imposter"

Roney Verse 1

Its Rondawg wa gwan who are you I let bom bom
Pussy so long pussy so long if I dont get em gone call my you dawgs
I let it bang its don't get close I scant I hang were they sell dope
In the south were its cold like the North Pole eagle eye but stays with a 4 0
State of mind of a lion in a chock hold I'm on my grind on my grind never going broke
These niggas slipping like soap streets talk but little did they know
I'm on metal lie a stripper on her pole but my only wish is that I die old
Born alone die alone you could die with em its fuck up
Men turn to women goons start snitching choppers start twitching
Bill Blair hired more police for divisions friends kill friends loyalty is missing
Men shooting kids no time for witness money makes the world go round
But my money make your girl down 38 35 to the trey pound
15 for one cheapest in town barrel spinning like the merry-go-round
Get the waka flocka flame chop em down everything all hit lock on targets
For the paper guns drawn artist don't get close is hardest
Bring any Yg bring any artist you are not beside me believe your a target
I'm behind 90 gun game flawless slide through get burnt like a carpet
I was on the block getting use to the gun kit you was on the block getting punch in your socket
I duck low and get back up like I'm boxing knock a man out I ain't talking unconscious
I'm in the house where its dark and its haunted smoke spiffs and blunts on mountains
Tall up from china i call it Yao Ming I got the money that you need help counting
I'mma need me an accountant