Dummy (John Wicc)
Aye dumb nigga, you is not him
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You aint really playin ball
You need to stop it
Aye dumb nigga, you is not Him
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You aint really playin ball
You need to stop it
Aye dumb nigga it's time to play ball 2-11's 4-59's i'm finna risk it all
Call up Fatty for a flock
We finna take it all
The asian man hitting my Line
Gotta take the call
Boy i been a man
Call a nigga out for a squabble
I Put him on his pants
Walk in a mall no balmains
Im the versace man
Why would i sub onna gram I gotta Blower man
Fatty locc tha god im that nigga
N I'll forever be
Blood on my jeans
Look like i fell in some ketchup
30 Bands laughing at niggas
I tell em catch up
All these niggas mad at me because Im next up
You a goofy wat you hatin on the Next for?
We go cage a nigga up like its Petco We go play that bitch
Then fucc the next hoe
Now she wanna fucc wit me cus Imma asshole dumb hoe
Aye dumb nigga, you is not Him.
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You aint really playin ball
You need to stop it
Aye dumb nigga, you is not him
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You ain't really playin ball
You need to stop it
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You aint really playin ball
You need to stop it
Aye dumb nigga, you is not Him
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You aint really playin ball
You need to stop it
Aye dumb nigga it's time to play ball 2-11's 4-59's i'm finna risk it all
Call up Fatty for a flock
We finna take it all
The asian man hitting my Line
Gotta take the call
Boy i been a man
Call a nigga out for a squabble
I Put him on his pants
Walk in a mall no balmains
Im the versace man
Why would i sub onna gram I gotta Blower man
Fatty locc tha god im that nigga
N I'll forever be
Blood on my jeans
Look like i fell in some ketchup
30 Bands laughing at niggas
I tell em catch up
All these niggas mad at me because Im next up
You a goofy wat you hatin on the Next for?
We go cage a nigga up like its Petco We go play that bitch
Then fucc the next hoe
Now she wanna fucc wit me cus Imma asshole dumb hoe
Aye dumb nigga, you is not Him.
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You aint really playin ball
You need to stop it
Aye dumb nigga, you is not him
You aint really hittin liccs
You aint gettin shit
You aint really poppin shit
You ain't John Wicc
You ain't really playin ball
You need to stop it
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Thompson
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