Big Johnson
Maybach johnson
Big Johnson
Walking round wit a Thompson
Feelin' awesome
Been bossin' and saucin'
On the field I stay juking
On the court I'm straight crossin' Playing dead
I put another round in you
Like a possum
I ain't playing round
So please proceed with caution
Actin' like I'm not the type
To put you in a fucking coffin
Tell me I got higher power
But that don't mean I'm from Boston
Maybach counting up a check
You might say too often
Call me John Mayer
Cause there's no such thing
Fake diamonds on my haters
No bling, bling, bling
No, not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
She's grinding on the Maybach
I ain't talking bout the Benz
And she ain't coming through
Unless she bringing friends
You can have them 3's and 4's
I'm only fucking with the 10's
Mic check
1, 2, 1, 2
Fly-step
Bitch, take a hike
We through
(It's over)
I might do something
You don't want me to
I might just buckle up
And then drop the fucking roof
On the Spyder
No Survivor
I got the eye of the tiger
You a liar
Acting like you really
Walking wit' a lighter
Ha, yeah
A bic
You a bitch
I take a shit
On these rappers who suck dick
I'm fucking sick, not ill
Ha, you wish
I eat a rapper like a mother fucking manwhich
(Aye)
No habla espanol
Never cut my ear off for a hoe
I ain't Van Goh
Yo, by the way bro?
Did I mention that my flow so cold?
Like the top of the Rocky Mountains, you know?
Where it snows?
I got bitches in the Rolls
Saying anything goes
No joke, I suppose
I'm supposed to take it easy on my foes
But these bitches easy
On all fours
Got the bag, I ain't grim
But I reap what I sew
Listen, I gotta question
Why they mad at me for cashing out?
I hear these haters got my name up in they fucking mouth
Big Johnson
Shouts out to Nip
Me and King Nappy
We be cruising down Slauson
Shit
Yo, what's up
Yo
What's up
Man, I just got back from the hospital
What happened?
They're saying I tore my labrum
What's up?
They're saying I tore my labrum
Oh
In my arm
Oh, how?
Dude, I kid you not
I was literally just flexing
On all these broke ass haters
And my shit just popped
For real?
Yeah, dead-ass
Dang
Boom, done, I felt it
Are you coming through?
Yeah, I just woke up from a nap
Ah, sleepy
Big Johnson
Walking round wit a Thompson
Feelin' awesome
Been bossin' and saucin'
On the field I stay juking
On the court I'm straight crossin' Playing dead
I put another round in you
Like a possum
I ain't playing round
So please proceed with caution
Actin' like I'm not the type
To put you in a fucking coffin
Tell me I got higher power
But that don't mean I'm from Boston
Maybach counting up a check
You might say too often
Call me John Mayer
Cause there's no such thing
Fake diamonds on my haters
No bling, bling, bling
No, not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
She's grinding on the Maybach
I ain't talking bout the Benz
And she ain't coming through
Unless she bringing friends
You can have them 3's and 4's
I'm only fucking with the 10's
Mic check
1, 2, 1, 2
Fly-step
Bitch, take a hike
We through
(It's over)
I might do something
You don't want me to
I might just buckle up
And then drop the fucking roof
On the Spyder
No Survivor
I got the eye of the tiger
You a liar
Acting like you really
Walking wit' a lighter
Ha, yeah
A bic
You a bitch
I take a shit
On these rappers who suck dick
I'm fucking sick, not ill
Ha, you wish
I eat a rapper like a mother fucking manwhich
(Aye)
No habla espanol
Never cut my ear off for a hoe
I ain't Van Goh
Yo, by the way bro?
Did I mention that my flow so cold?
Like the top of the Rocky Mountains, you know?
Where it snows?
I got bitches in the Rolls
Saying anything goes
No joke, I suppose
I'm supposed to take it easy on my foes
But these bitches easy
On all fours
Got the bag, I ain't grim
But I reap what I sew
Listen, I gotta question
Why they mad at me for cashing out?
I hear these haters got my name up in they fucking mouth
Big Johnson
Shouts out to Nip
Me and King Nappy
We be cruising down Slauson
Shit
Yo, what's up
Yo
What's up
Man, I just got back from the hospital
What happened?
They're saying I tore my labrum
What's up?
They're saying I tore my labrum
Oh
In my arm
Oh, how?
Dude, I kid you not
I was literally just flexing
On all these broke ass haters
And my shit just popped
For real?
Yeah, dead-ass
Dang
Boom, done, I felt it
Are you coming through?
Yeah, I just woke up from a nap
Ah, sleepy
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Writer(s): Brice Pendergraff
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