Caught em at the red light
Made em see a white light
He not comin back to life
Lil boy got hit with that nine
He tried to up it, but that boy was out of time
Uh uh uh uh uh, I gotta get them racks
Uh uh uh uh, it’s just me and slatt
Uh uh uh uh, run up, you’ll get wacked
Uh uh uh ohh ohh
I got some brand new kicks, i got some brand new drip
Bad b#tch on my top, nut all on her lip
Bro just got a Glock, it came with a grip
He got an extended clip, put beam right under that sh#t
Talk real crazy, ya car get flipped
Bro get high, go to Mars real quick
I’m recording this song but I am in a rush
And brodie keep pouring that wocky slush
f#ckin on ya hoe, she a sl#t
Me and brodie take a risk, we split the cut
Everything we do, you know it’s really 50/50
We thurlest n#gg#s in the motherf#ckin city
It’s barely love over here, not too much in Philly
Do not run up on me, get hit with a wiggy
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Johnny 215 Lyrics – In A Rush Freestyle