Johnny Mack
I'm finna blow like a missile
Feeling like Kell in the middle I got these hoes all around
Pouring that Tec I'm official, hang wit' gorillas in the coupe puffin a pound
Rolling up opps bad bitch keep two like Pac
Twelve in the rear put the dope in my sock don't jump in that field if you ain't got no hops (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You got the drop on the opp I'll get it, his pockets be dry like a Popeyes biscuit
Hoe tryna match I'll throw five in it, niggas be capping that's not how you living
I'm wit' the gang, I'm wit the fleet circle small hop out four deep
But I know some niggas that kill 'fore they eat and I know some niggas that kill in they sleep
But I be that nigga thats killing dese beats
Aim at ya' top we might slide in a rental
Step at the gang and you popped like a pimple
She come get the wood she left with a splinter
High off the gas eyes low I'ma squinter
Perc in my body I feel like that nigga
I'm a goat wit' some horns that's a ram
He think he the shit cause I am
He think he the shit cause I am
He think he the shit cause I am
I'm a goat wit' some horns that's a ram
He think he the shit cause I am
I'm finna blow like a missile
Feeling like Kell in the middle I got these hoes all around
Pouring that Tec I'm official, hang wit' gorillas in the coupe puffin' a pound
Rolling up opps bad bitch keep two like Pac
Twelve in the rear put the dope in my sock don't jump in that field if you ain't got no hops (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Feeling like Kell in the middle I got these hoes all around
Pouring that Tec I'm official, hang wit' gorillas in the coupe puffin a pound
Rolling up opps bad bitch keep two like Pac
Twelve in the rear put the dope in my sock don't jump in that field if you ain't got no hops (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
You got the drop on the opp I'll get it, his pockets be dry like a Popeyes biscuit
Hoe tryna match I'll throw five in it, niggas be capping that's not how you living
I'm wit' the gang, I'm wit the fleet circle small hop out four deep
But I know some niggas that kill 'fore they eat and I know some niggas that kill in they sleep
But I be that nigga thats killing dese beats
Aim at ya' top we might slide in a rental
Step at the gang and you popped like a pimple
She come get the wood she left with a splinter
High off the gas eyes low I'ma squinter
Perc in my body I feel like that nigga
I'm a goat wit' some horns that's a ram
He think he the shit cause I am
He think he the shit cause I am
He think he the shit cause I am
I'm a goat wit' some horns that's a ram
He think he the shit cause I am
I'm finna blow like a missile
Feeling like Kell in the middle I got these hoes all around
Pouring that Tec I'm official, hang wit' gorillas in the coupe puffin' a pound
Rolling up opps bad bitch keep two like Pac
Twelve in the rear put the dope in my sock don't jump in that field if you ain't got no hops (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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Writer(s): Makell Lyle
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