Johnny Cage 8888

Hey guys

Smoke a wood
In the woods
On some wood
I wish a nigga would bitch

That shit kaka
Nasty bitch

Haha
Aye
Aye

I let my chain swang
Yea
And my gun bang
Bahhh
Nigga fuck you talking bout
Uhhhh
Nigga fuck you talking bout
Uhhh
I beat a choppa on me bitch nigga
Uhhh
Aye
Bank on the gang
Fuck nigga sang
Fuck nigga get up out my mothafuckin way
Boolin in the trenches with a mother fuckin K
We ain't playin no mother fucking games
You talking shit but you cannot see
(You cannot see)
You keep talking shit but you talk pussy
Haha
Talking shit but you ain't got this physique
Talking shit but you don't mean shit to me
You can be history like a blunt

Chop sticks
Pull up onna Pussy block quick
Real Opp shit
Pull up with the choppa Pop shit
Nigga Drop shit
You can get fucking dropped kicked
Like a Lu Kane or mufuckin Bruce Wayne
Johnny Cage Johnny Cage
Uh
I just got my teeth from Johnny Dame

I let my chain swang
And my gun bang
Bahhh
Nigga fuck you talking bout
Uhhhh
Nigga fuck you talking bout
Uhhh
I wish a, I wish a bitch nigga would

Slatt
In the, In the past of ya misery
Gold, gold on my neck like I'm mista T
Run his ass down he ain't killin me
These Niggas is funny they tickle me
Pull out the K they remember me
Surviving the jungle 'cause Ima beast
I stay talking for bro cause they got Deceased

Fuck nigga what you mean
Gang just pulled up with a beam
Feel like it's 2015
Had to ride round with that heat
I pulled up with shawty
She gushy
She beg me to cuff it
But shawty my buddy
I know she in love
That bitch is a runna
I heard she was fucking my cousin

Fuck niggas talk, we up it
Fuck niggas ain't know nothing
Cash in the blicks, we rushin
Niggas ain't with the gang then fuck em
Knew I dropped his ass when I heard him sang
Dooh dooh dooh dooh
Boolin in the trenches, mini drako that's that baby
Dooh dooh dooh dooh
Wish he would, smoke ya like a wood
We gon blow ya back
Bitch I'm good
I be in the hood
And that's really facts

Ima jugg
Get that understood
Go broke, I'm sellin crack
I'm the tranches juggas runnin round
That shit look like Iraq
(Like Iraq)
Anti fuck nigga I can't talk to you
(I can't talk to you)
Stand up in them chains they gon walk on you
(Gon walk on you)
Fonnem playin Brazy must be off the boof
(Must be off the boof)
Out line his ass, send them shells through

I let my chain swang
And my gun bang
Bahhh
Nigga fuck you talking bout
Uhhhh
Nigga fuck you talking bout
Uhhh
I beat a choppa on me bitch nigga
Uhhh
Aye
Bank on the gang
Fuck nigga sang
Fuck nigga get up out my mothafuckin way
Boolin in the trenches with a mother fuckin K
We ain't playin no mother fucking games