Ron Jetson by Ron Jetson Lyrics
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
Couple karats in my ear, man I feel good
I got her legs in the air like a field goal
I never thought that i would make it but I'm here now
If it's a problem call my niggas and they air it out
Yeah you ain't getting out
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
[Verse 1: Ron Jetson]
I don't got time for you niggas no
But I think it's the right time to let you niggas know
Already seen that you was fake without a telescope
That's why I'm with a couple niggas that'll let it go
My chain froze like Alaska, So do the math bruh
Traded in the Honda for the Max cause its faster
I just did a hunnid on the dash now i passed him
Money ain't a joke but the hunnids got me laughing
Cause I ain't never had it no
Now all my niggas living lavish woah
I heard your bitch is for the town, she make every nigga bust
She the semi-automatic hoe
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
Couple karats in my ear, man I feel good
I got her legs in the air like a field goal
I never thought that i would make it but im here now
If it's a problem call my niggas and they air it out
Yeah you ain't getting out
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
[Verse 2: Ron Jetson]
Where the competition I don't see it
I swear that I been looking for it all week
He say that he gon touch a nigga I'm weak
Knew from the jump I couldn't trust him I could see it
Okay the chain on me and the ring on me
And the jacket on me cost twenty
Don't ask me bout no bitch homie
Can't count those it's too many
I hit the Quan like I'm rich homie in the pussy
Now your boy swimming
I'm blowing smoke that gorilla glue #4
Now your boy shivering
I been out here on my grind like a skateboard
They ain't gon last man I could tell that they ain't made for it
And I'm just tryna take my momma to the jeweler, get a necklace
Love her thats why niggas started saving for it
You gon love your baby boy
I could feel the pressure but I'm never second guessing
Yeah a gun could take your life but money the second weapon
This the intro, welcome to the tape yeah and then some
Young fly nigga all the bitches say I'm handsome I got my bands up
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
Couple karats in my ear, man I feel good
I got her legs in the air like a field goal
I never thought that i would make it but im here now
If it's a problem call my niggas and they air it out
Yeah you ain't getting out
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
Couple karats in my ear, man I feel good
I got her legs in the air like a field goal
I never thought that i would make it but I'm here now
If it's a problem call my niggas and they air it out
Yeah you ain't getting out
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
[Verse 1: Ron Jetson]
I don't got time for you niggas no
But I think it's the right time to let you niggas know
Already seen that you was fake without a telescope
That's why I'm with a couple niggas that'll let it go
My chain froze like Alaska, So do the math bruh
Traded in the Honda for the Max cause its faster
I just did a hunnid on the dash now i passed him
Money ain't a joke but the hunnids got me laughing
Cause I ain't never had it no
Now all my niggas living lavish woah
I heard your bitch is for the town, she make every nigga bust
She the semi-automatic hoe
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
Couple karats in my ear, man I feel good
I got her legs in the air like a field goal
I never thought that i would make it but im here now
If it's a problem call my niggas and they air it out
Yeah you ain't getting out
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
[Verse 2: Ron Jetson]
Where the competition I don't see it
I swear that I been looking for it all week
He say that he gon touch a nigga I'm weak
Knew from the jump I couldn't trust him I could see it
Okay the chain on me and the ring on me
And the jacket on me cost twenty
Don't ask me bout no bitch homie
Can't count those it's too many
I hit the Quan like I'm rich homie in the pussy
Now your boy swimming
I'm blowing smoke that gorilla glue #4
Now your boy shivering
I been out here on my grind like a skateboard
They ain't gon last man I could tell that they ain't made for it
And I'm just tryna take my momma to the jeweler, get a necklace
Love her thats why niggas started saving for it
You gon love your baby boy
I could feel the pressure but I'm never second guessing
Yeah a gun could take your life but money the second weapon
This the intro, welcome to the tape yeah and then some
Young fly nigga all the bitches say I'm handsome I got my bands up
[Hook: Ron Jetson]
Couple karats in my ear, man I feel good
I got her legs in the air like a field goal
I never thought that i would make it but im here now
If it's a problem call my niggas and they air it out
Yeah you ain't getting out
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah
Get a couple racks for a show, Yeah
Then I go spend it on some clothes, Yeah
You pussy niggas do the most, Yeah
We hit a lick and then we go, Yeah