(Johnny B)
Listen umm
This is a warning
This is a motherf*cking warning
Listen! If you got sensitive ears you might wanna go sit yo motherf*cking bitch ass down somewhere baby hunh
This grown folk music
This for grown folks only
Ummm
My nigga Cake is out here in his motherf*cking Dr. Jekyll Bag
We praying for him
We praying for him every Sunday & every Wednesday at bible study because this nigga crazy
This nigga snapping on every motherf*ckin thing
Aye Scoop, Listen!!!!
You have home training
You was raised better than this
You ain't have
It's the return of the young god and beat Jesus
This for the money nigga nothing more can precede it
Feel these word in your soul now as we read it
Praise Lord, cause we need it
Been tryna hold down these deep demons
It's time cook it's been pre-seasoned
Ball hard this just pre-season
And we off the block
Been making plays niggas often stop
Just short a boss cause it cost a lot
This just a friendly reminder
These bitches to fickle to get too fond of
You niggas responsible for ya conduct
I'm getting commas
Niggas gon act when it's drama
And I just play my role still I think of switching the genre
Just being honest
Still I stay dripped designer
When it come to women and garments I'm in the finest
Ever since a nigga was whipping in mommas Honda
I'm finna cop the Rollie just so I can switch the .....na nah Aye Aye!
Niggas do the most for a rap blog
I could give a f*ck bout rap dog
Niggas ain't going like that dog
Bitches playing both sides like cat dog
Niggas telling lies that's cap dog
And I ain't finna believe it
Young nigga Todoroki the wrist the way it freeze up
And all I f*ck is caramel hoes need a chiquita
She know I need her
20 a pop we gon bleed em (Aye!)
All them nights i been dreaming (Hey!)
All my life I been scheming (Aye!)
Saturday night live I'm so Kenan (Hey! Aye!)
Stick to G code, that's the cheat code
That's ya girl? She a pop, she a free throw (Hey!)
Think she not cause she hot but the streets know (Hey!)
She a thot remember bop we don't keep those (Ugh!)
Bitch I'm the man
Cook up I can't keep my wrist out the pan
Bitch yous a slam
Well known to f*ck up gram
Big dawg they know who I am
Goddamn goddamn
Lord knows I wanted to blow,
Walk thru 50gs a hunnid show
Getting paid for my words they wanted the flow
I wanted the dough
Case they wanted to know
Bitch I been dope, huh
Been broke with my kinfolk
That's big smoke huh
Top what? Bitch I been GOAT like woah
Champagne for my campaign
On my HOV I don't gotta make a lane change
All my niggas throw 4s like we gangbang
Same nigga that's just tryna smoke and maintain
Big dawg
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(Johnny B)
Listen umm
This is a warning
This is a motherf*cking warning
Listen! If you got sensitive ears you might wanna go sit yo motherf*cking bitch ass down somewhere baby hunh
This grown folk music
This for grown folks only
Ummm
My nigga Cake is out here in his motherf*cking Dr. Jekyll Bag
We praying for him
We praying for him every Sunday & every Wednesday at bible study because this nigga crazy
This nigga snapping on every motherf*ckin thing
Aye Scoop, Listen!!!!
You have home training
You was raised better than this
You ain't have
It's the return of the young god and beat Jesus
This for the money nigga nothing more can precede it
Feel these word in your soul now as we read it
Praise Lord, cause we need it
Been tryna hold down these deep demons
It's time cook it's been pre-seasoned
Ball hard this just pre-season
And we off the block
Been making plays niggas often stop
Just short a boss cause it cost a lot
This just a friendly reminder
These bitches to fickle to get too fond of
You niggas responsible for ya conduct
I'm getting commas
Niggas gon act when it's drama
And I just play my role still I think of switching the genre
Just being honest
Still I stay dripped designer
When it come to women and garments I'm in the finest
Ever since a nigga was whipping in mommas Honda
I'm finna cop the Rollie just so I can switch the .....na nah Aye Aye!
Niggas do the most for a rap blog
I could give a f*ck bout rap dog
Niggas ain't going like that dog
Bitches playing both sides like cat dog
Niggas telling lies that's cap dog
And I ain't finna believe it
Young nigga Todoroki the wrist the way it freeze up
And all I f*ck is caramel hoes need a chiquita
She know I need her
20 a pop we gon bleed em (Aye!)
All them nights i been dreaming (Hey!)
All my life I been scheming (Aye!)
Saturday night live I'm so Kenan (Hey! Aye!)
Stick to G code, that's the cheat code
That's ya girl? She a pop, she a free throw (Hey!)
Think she not cause she hot but the streets know (Hey!)
She a thot remember bop we don't keep those (Ugh!)
Bitch I'm the man
Cook up I can't keep my wrist out the pan
Bitch yous a slam
Well known to f*ck up gram
Big dawg they know who I am
Goddamn goddamn
Lord knows I wanted to blow,
Walk thru 50gs a hunnid show
Getting paid for my words they wanted the flow
I wanted the dough
Case they wanted to know
Bitch I been dope, huh
Been broke with my kinfolk
That's big smoke huh
Top what? Bitch I been GOAT like woah
Champagne for my campaign
On my HOV I don't gotta make a lane change
All my niggas throw 4s like we gangbang
Same nigga that's just tryna smoke and maintain
Big dawg
Listen umm
This is a warning
This is a motherf*cking warning
Listen! If you got sensitive ears you might wanna go sit yo motherf*cking bitch ass down somewhere baby hunh
This grown folk music
This for grown folks only
Ummm
My nigga Cake is out here in his motherf*cking Dr. Jekyll Bag
We praying for him
We praying for him every Sunday & every Wednesday at bible study because this nigga crazy
This nigga snapping on every motherf*ckin thing
Aye Scoop, Listen!!!!
You have home training
You was raised better than this
You ain't have
It's the return of the young god and beat Jesus
This for the money nigga nothing more can precede it
Feel these word in your soul now as we read it
Praise Lord, cause we need it
Been tryna hold down these deep demons
It's time cook it's been pre-seasoned
Ball hard this just pre-season
And we off the block
Been making plays niggas often stop
Just short a boss cause it cost a lot
This just a friendly reminder
These bitches to fickle to get too fond of
You niggas responsible for ya conduct
I'm getting commas
Niggas gon act when it's drama
And I just play my role still I think of switching the genre
Just being honest
Still I stay dripped designer
When it come to women and garments I'm in the finest
Ever since a nigga was whipping in mommas Honda
I'm finna cop the Rollie just so I can switch the .....na nah Aye Aye!
Niggas do the most for a rap blog
I could give a f*ck bout rap dog
Niggas ain't going like that dog
Bitches playing both sides like cat dog
Niggas telling lies that's cap dog
And I ain't finna believe it
Young nigga Todoroki the wrist the way it freeze up
And all I f*ck is caramel hoes need a chiquita
She know I need her
20 a pop we gon bleed em (Aye!)
All them nights i been dreaming (Hey!)
All my life I been scheming (Aye!)
Saturday night live I'm so Kenan (Hey! Aye!)
Stick to G code, that's the cheat code
That's ya girl? She a pop, she a free throw (Hey!)
Think she not cause she hot but the streets know (Hey!)
She a thot remember bop we don't keep those (Ugh!)
Bitch I'm the man
Cook up I can't keep my wrist out the pan
Bitch yous a slam
Well known to f*ck up gram
Big dawg they know who I am
Goddamn goddamn
Lord knows I wanted to blow,
Walk thru 50gs a hunnid show
Getting paid for my words they wanted the flow
I wanted the dough
Case they wanted to know
Bitch I been dope, huh
Been broke with my kinfolk
That's big smoke huh
Top what? Bitch I been GOAT like woah
Champagne for my campaign
On my HOV I don't gotta make a lane change
All my niggas throw 4s like we gangbang
Same nigga that's just tryna smoke and maintain
Big dawg
Writer: DAVID JONES
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