Lyrics:
a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said
"If you do what I tell you to
There won't be any harm"
And Johnny said "Take my money
Take my wallet
Take my credit
that pro meth shit
[Repeat: x2]
Hey yo I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators
smell good stay sprayed on, I hit downtown and take girls home
That bonfire, light that up, home grown shit, roll one
I got a gun rack in by back glass
slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I never bang
But I lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But I'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if I did
With Loki DMS,
J..Johnny to my left
Got phantom and the rest
Who are down to rep the west ,
I grew up on by drive by's and LA gang signs
So what the fuck
that'll put you in the tomb/ run the hot nigga of top I've been a gangster since the womb/ when the paper start thinnin/ I gotta bust a move/ my dog got hit
up on you
Shoot you in broad day
Hit that boy in the head, in the damn toupee
If you want a feature
Then bring 10K to the table
But already that you
they come around this way you getting stuck up
Did I stutter?
Run from johnny he's crazy
Mommy I think johnny has rabies
Save me
That lil boy is
Now one for adolescents, now dos for dose
Keep yo' friends by your side, even close your foes
Now three for Johnny Law tryin' to make my chips
I
or die
We mobbed through D plus 10
Thick and thin
Passing bars like they were burnt up Muha Meds
Scraped by bread
That was way back when
I cook up in my
thinks it’s okay
Fuck with me cuz they think I don’t play
But I always been ready I run down your block hollow tips hit your back Frito lay
I suggest your
how its told, tell em it's us
We hit them lows, home deep it up
Build this by hand, brick by brick
Tell on my mans, when hair get picked
Nothin' more
thing I get to give is the duece
I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth
Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb
Pants sittin low with a rag
[talking]
Play-N-Skillz
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin
It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for
wentz
If you the target you get hit
Johnny dog in this bitch
ByStorm business.
Tell yo honey to go and listen.
I need for you and the Reepz to put a hit
out on the industry.
You know my fee. Wit a ten
another way
Gotta run it up
Don't know why they hate
Time to celebrate
I been getting cake
Gotta run it up
I don't need a bank
Need a house by the lake
(Talking)
Home sweet home
Let me take a drink of my fucking bud lite
Yo Richter, lite that joint yo X
Yo yo yo
Turn the porch light on
Welcome
Run it
Run
Birdies hit my phone
Hungry for a few scraps
That's not the shit I'm on hit the blunt and relax
If I can't order I'll import it I'll avoid
the first place
But hit tons of home runs
Skipped every base and went straight to home plate
In case you slow
That means I stuck my dick in pink
Before I
take this time to run
But Johnny boy just stood inside his shoes
As if untroubled by a fist or by a gun
Johnny wasn't brave now
And resolve is not what
The I hit a dead End
Like what do I do NOW
They saying get down on the ground
Im thinking
Feet don't fail me now
Im bout to
Run Run Run Run
Im bout
He was an outlaw by the time that he was ten years old,
He didn't want to do what he was told
Just a prankster, juvenile gangster.
His teachers didn't
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