Ground Work by Ron Jetson Lyrics
[Pre Hook: Ron Jetson]
When they told us no, nigga we went back
We ain't worried bout' no paper cause we spent that
I see it now you niggas softer than some Tampax
Hit yo ass so good your future kids a feel the impact oh
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo
Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple
Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work
Hit up ya bitch, I'm all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder
Slow down the tempo I found her
All of you niggas give props to the founder
Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers
We are the founders, give props my nigga
Cause we lay the ground work
[Verse 1: Ron Jetson]
Nigga we been doing this we ain't new to this
Everything you say and do me and my niggas influenced it
I'm flexing on you evil hoes with real gold for the crucifix
Don't trust no bitch, yeah just a few of my intuitives
That moment you was in History
My niggas whipping it yeah they was getting it
We figured that new cars bring new broads
Thats why we in different shit
Got two whores, they flexible like they was playing on the excorist
Don't gotta impress a bitch, I throw on my Nike shirt
When its time to check a bitch
You do not wanna hang with niggas I promise we dangerous
We are the founders of this shit, but I look around it's plagiarists
But I got a team and we got a scheme to give em' that work
To supply the feens, new BMW twenty sixteen
I heated the seats interior clean
I text my Spanish bitch like vamanos like vamanos
Play no games I knock em down like dominos like dominos
I call her a uber when it's time to go when its time to go
We lay the ground work for you niggas
Watch where you stepping when you on the road
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo
Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple
Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work
Hit up ya bitch, im all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder
Slow down the tempo I found her
All of you niggas give props to the founder
Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers
We are the founders, give props my nigga
Cause we lay the ground work
[Verse 2: Rico Benzo]
We caught a lick yeah aye!, we caught a lick yeah
I put in work yeah, aye! I ain't get picked no
Time to go ice on my wrist, you in the trap with a thot
I'm in the trap with your bitch counting them racks
How the fuck Ima stop?
Niggas ain't gimme no props, had to go get up and get to the block
Most of these niggas be lames
Niggas start talking i'm getting em shot
If we get some racks yeah
We get it back (yeah yeah)
Boy thats a fact, we cannot lack (Hold up)
Used to just lay on my back, had to go get to a pack
Had to go get to them racks, young nigga I had to adapt
Swim in the sea with the fishes, you swim in the sea with the fishes
I'm on a yatch with like 32 bitches
Pass him the rock cause I know he gon get em' yeah
And my lifestyle, and my life wild
This my lifestyle, I live it right now
Thats your bitch? she want the pipe now
If she pull up on me Ima lay the pipe down
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo
Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple
Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work
Hit up ya bitch, im all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder
Slow down the tempo I found her
All of you niggas give props to the founder
Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers
We are the founders, give props my nigga
Cause we lay the ground work
When they told us no, nigga we went back
We ain't worried bout' no paper cause we spent that
I see it now you niggas softer than some Tampax
Hit yo ass so good your future kids a feel the impact oh
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo
Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple
Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work
Hit up ya bitch, I'm all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder
Slow down the tempo I found her
All of you niggas give props to the founder
Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers
We are the founders, give props my nigga
Cause we lay the ground work
[Verse 1: Ron Jetson]
Nigga we been doing this we ain't new to this
Everything you say and do me and my niggas influenced it
I'm flexing on you evil hoes with real gold for the crucifix
Don't trust no bitch, yeah just a few of my intuitives
That moment you was in History
My niggas whipping it yeah they was getting it
We figured that new cars bring new broads
Thats why we in different shit
Got two whores, they flexible like they was playing on the excorist
Don't gotta impress a bitch, I throw on my Nike shirt
When its time to check a bitch
You do not wanna hang with niggas I promise we dangerous
We are the founders of this shit, but I look around it's plagiarists
But I got a team and we got a scheme to give em' that work
To supply the feens, new BMW twenty sixteen
I heated the seats interior clean
I text my Spanish bitch like vamanos like vamanos
Play no games I knock em down like dominos like dominos
I call her a uber when it's time to go when its time to go
We lay the ground work for you niggas
Watch where you stepping when you on the road
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo
Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple
Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work
Hit up ya bitch, im all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder
Slow down the tempo I found her
All of you niggas give props to the founder
Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers
We are the founders, give props my nigga
Cause we lay the ground work
[Verse 2: Rico Benzo]
We caught a lick yeah aye!, we caught a lick yeah
I put in work yeah, aye! I ain't get picked no
Time to go ice on my wrist, you in the trap with a thot
I'm in the trap with your bitch counting them racks
How the fuck Ima stop?
Niggas ain't gimme no props, had to go get up and get to the block
Most of these niggas be lames
Niggas start talking i'm getting em shot
If we get some racks yeah
We get it back (yeah yeah)
Boy thats a fact, we cannot lack (Hold up)
Used to just lay on my back, had to go get to a pack
Had to go get to them racks, young nigga I had to adapt
Swim in the sea with the fishes, you swim in the sea with the fishes
I'm on a yatch with like 32 bitches
Pass him the rock cause I know he gon get em' yeah
And my lifestyle, and my life wild
This my lifestyle, I live it right now
Thats your bitch? she want the pipe now
If she pull up on me Ima lay the pipe down
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo
Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple
Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work
Hit up ya bitch, im all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder
Slow down the tempo I found her
All of you niggas give props to the founder
Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers
We are the founders, give props my nigga
Cause we lay the ground work