Bookem Johnny

Driftin' away, til my soul is content
Niggas shooting, can't fight, gotta do 10
Have you ever seen a nigga up and do a homi
You did, now he begging, pleading in the lobby
They gone throw the book at you dawg
Said the guard
You betta get right, beef up
Play ya cards
It's gone be a hell of a time he said
Sweaty face cracker thin lip imbrued
Had a monkey noose hooked to his key chain
With a triple K tat stamped on his pinky ring
Got to the camp chain gang J.C.I
Couldn't believe what he saw, oh my
A nigga name Zack hit a lick, caught a elbow
Buddy had a punk on his arm, what the hell bro
Money in the dorms, even iPhone 10s
Niggas living different these days in the pin

Driftin' away, til my soul is content
Niggas shooting, can't fight, gotta do 10
Have you ever seen a nigga up and do a homi
You did, now he begging, pleading in the lobby
Driftin' away, til my soul is content
Niggas shooting, can't fight, gotta do 10
Have you ever seen a nigga up and do a homi
You did, now he begging, pleading in the lobby

What it is ho, wassup baby
Yea fuck it up go crazy, bitch I'm gone
Zoot in the function I'm thuggin'
Hen dawg, you know how I'm coming
I'm the, only one that you seen thus far girl
Outer-space, come fuck wit a star girl
Feeding dick to a dike
Imma theif in the night, finna fly
Like a mufuckin gargoyle
Aye
Ain't my hoe that's yo shorty
Yea I fucked, but that ain't the whole story
I met up, wit a dub, like what
Now she tryna get buzzed like we in toy story
She a treesh, I'ma beast in the East
Finna feast in the sheets, got her weak in the knees
Yea my piece, seven seas
Getting cheese wit the ease
Selling steez fo' a fee, want it free
Nigga please
Want top from a bop nonstop, fuck wit the opps get dropped
Hold on
Nigga you a rat you a cop, bitch if you step get popped
Hold on



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Writer(s): Nicholas Peters, Taran Jordan Burrell, Thomas Clark
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