Uh yea, oh oh
Uh uh yea, oh oh
Uh uh yea, oh oh
Uh uh yea, oh
Yea, I got the .9, keep it on my waist
Shoot em in the face, sh#t broad day
Mask on n#gg#, ain’t no f#ckin trace
Ain’t no f#ckin case, low I gotta lay
Yea, I’m right on the run, right on the run right to the guappy
Groupie b#tch think she gonna get funds if come and gimme some toppy
No, u not gettin nothing, notty notty
On my f#ckin grind (huh), u can not stop me
Huhh, got ya b#tches on me
Huhh, yea the drip is on me
Huhh, everything is on fleek
Huhh, get the dough by the week
Oh, Johnny got melody
When I drop it’s a hundred degrees
Oh, got ya b#tch on her knees
She fallin in love with suckin on me
Johnny fell in lovе right with the backend
The backеnd, the backend, the backend, more racks in
I love the drip, see me in all different fashion
Johnny started rappin, like damn how that happen
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
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