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Johnny Blaze

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Fight or get go get your gun them yo only options (them the only options you got bitch)
Let my opps know how I'm rocking Nigga (they know how I'm rocking right now)
You better duck bitch
I don't need a pill, I still a pop him like a pill or something.
Little bra he Ill as f*ck, he need a vaccine he sick or something
He ain't been in the field for a long time so how he blocking something
Pop a pill it help me with my conscious, help my confidence
I feel like Popeyes when I spark my weed, make me cocky again
My drum hold a fifty I stuff sixty he couldn't box me in
His stupid ass think he a boxer, 5'5 won't box again
Pop his stupid ass like he a fentanyl, Perc thirty
Perc, perc, how you come to the party and forgot the Percy
They all put they trust in Blaze cause they know Blaze Worthy
Say he gone blow me up when ever he see me, but ima bomb already
I'm to high far away from earth somewhere he can't go
Rah' Rah' different color bullets shooting this ain't no rainbow
Little bra he anxious to slide, ripped the tags right off his Durango
Ray Bans on feel like Ray Charles I don't see nobody
Nigga trying to be funny, how ima be scared of him but he ain't got no bodies
Still blinded from the last body, I ain't see nobody
Stop playing for Bandz be on yo ass like his back pockets
I can see the signs Jxhn Jxhn gave me, he trying to ride on them
He mad as f*ck they put him in that shit and they was lying on him
Ah-Choo, go wipe his nose, we gone get that pussy boy some Kleenex
My opps stupid as hell, he like a student I should be his teacher
Aye, I always keep a Glock right on my hip, beep beep like beeper
Call my opps Justin, beep, now that boy got him a fever
I don't need a pill, I still a pop him like a pill or something.
Little bra he Ill as f*ck, he need a vaccine he sick or something
He ain't been in the field for a long time so how he blocking something
Pop a pill it help me with my conscious, help my confidence
I feel like Popeyes when I spark my weed, make me cocky again
My drum hold a fifty I stuff sixty he couldn't box me in
His stupid ass think he a boxer, 5'5 won't box again
Pop his stupid ass like he a fentanyl, Perc thirty

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