Lyrics:
sippin' on red, boy, that shit look weak
Might holla at Johnny to bust out my teeth
Might run in the bank boy, they just freed chief
Don't crack them fours
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
my pack from me!''
The Robin Hood he drew his sword
And the pedlar by his pack did stand
They fought 'till the blood in streams did flow
And he cried
Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care
smoking crack
Self medicated, paid by the crowd
Neil stays in his room all day
Neil stays in his room all day
Learning how best to inflict pain
They're all
The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finna take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
, let me in
Yeah, yeah
Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Dignity battalions terrify
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer
I follow in the E-Class with the goggles
'96 model, Bad Click on the stroll
(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
Forbidden Godz of Khemet
Returning from the past
The proof is in sarcophagus
Exhumed from the sands
Our history is twisted
By the ones who stole
a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on f*ck time
Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John
When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear
It's just
yeah the feeling feels great
We taking home Pat sippy in the cup sitting at the table serve you on the plate
John Cena coming through you can't see me
Me
drums on it
Bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and
LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch
Pass the baton
I'm rap crack packed in a bong
One
you couldn't be saved by John the Pope
Money is the bible, couldn't care about a idol
If you're goin' for the title than it's kinda suicidal
Cause
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired
bad for my health
But myself, I stay fuckin' with y'all
Making hit's like my name was John Gotti
Like I got thugs and hired
Goons waiting in the lobby
to the studio cuz beats are honey
Need a record in my tummy cuz yeah I'm hungry
So feed me instrumentals cuz I'm mental
Lyrically put you down like John Wick
shit
Nigga back up
Yo lil ass a chump
They
Gone have to come
Deep for me
Discreet
Cus I'm the one
Nigga
Ima come
John Wick 3
Take 'em out
One by one
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