JOHN WALL

I'll cut a pussy boi off like scissors
I'm cold blooded like a lizard
Used to be smokin and bumpin on dat "Sippin on dat Sizzurp"
Bitch now I'm finessin the game lookin just like a wizard (Ayy)

LIKE IM JOHN WALL
Quick and I fucking ball (Yuh!)
Drippin that fuckin sauce yeah bitch I'm
better than all of y'all (All of y'all)
I don't be missing a call
Whenever it's my dawg (My Dawg)
Call me to fuckin brawl I'm coming thru n breaking jaws Ay (Breakin jaws)
Up in them pussy walls (Ay)
Jumping like Kris Kross (Ay)
Leaving that bitch in awe then I pass her Chris Paul Ay

You can just let me know If (Lemme know)
You really got a problem we can go ahead
And solve it you can go and call your patnas
I got my whole Clique (Got my clique)
Wit me it don't matter all these pussies gettin battered
Ima show y'all whose the master
I'm the Goat bitch like I'm Michael Jordan
I'll always find a way it's guaranteed that I'm scorin
I'm like the Co-vid
When it comes to these rappers I'm straight up killin
These niggas they can't decipher my pattern

Ayy, Ayy

Trippy on a wave, I ain't talkin rip stick
Bitch it's every day, every night I get lit
Catch me with a fade, headin to the trenches
Bitch I'm always crazy, Trippy go ballistic (Yuh yuh yuh)
Everybody hates me, it's in my head though
I'm just tryna make the money I ain't talkin Venmo (Nah nah nah)
Rappers always grabbin at the crown, I won't let go
Always tryna get the recipe to taste the pesto, Presto
Magic in the bitch, like grabbin rabbits out of hats
It's automatic in this bitch, Im never stoppin always blasted
Got some baggage in the bitch, it's always Gucci on the tag
I'm taggin rappers in this bitch, they better answer to this shit
I'm ready to go, ready to Blow up, I'm losin control
Ready to smoke, ready to roll up, we cruisin the O
What do you know bruh? You ain't never listen before
Always zoned out too high lazy n bored
Bitch I went on a tour, then ate filet mignon
And my body was sore, but my pockets was stuffed
I'm still hungry for the money babe I'm lockin it up
Keep ya mouth shut homie you been talkin enough
Keep on coughin it up, give me money buddy then we gonna spark on a dutch
Marijuana I love
This is more than a drug
Twist it up I'm lifting off I'm feelin better than love
I'm always feelin it I'm real with it

You can just let me know If (Lemme know)
You really got a problem we can go ahead and solve it you can go and call you patnas
I got my whole Clique (Damn)
Wit me it don't matter all these pussies gettin battered
Ima show y'all whose the master
I'm the Goat bitch like I'm Michael Jordan
I'll always find a way it's guaranteed that I'm scorin
I'm like the Co-vid
When it comes to these rappers I'm straight up killin
These niggas they can't decipher my pattern

And I'm higher than Saturn
I be high like Aladdin, on a magical carpet
And this ganja we sparkin
Recordin in the apartment, you don't want trouble don't start shit
So watch how you speak when you talk to the Sergeant (Uh huh)
And yeah we be the hardest of artists regardless
We just round the smartest go the farthest n rock the fresh garments
Aliens from Mars, we big-headed Martians
We gon' flood the market, set the bar until we reach our target
Feel the vibrations like a damn guitarist
I'm a free man, can't be a conformist
Find us back stage, we prolly performin
Until we extinct just like tyrannosaurus

LIKE IM JOHN WALL
Quick and I fucking ball (Yuh!)
Drippin that fuckin sauce yeah bitch I'm
Better than all of y'all (All of y'all)
I don't be missing a call
Whenever it's my dawg (My Dawg)
Call me to fuckin brawl I'm coming thru n breaking jaws Ay (Breakin jaws)
Up in them pussy walls (Ay)
Jumping like Kris Kross (Ay)
Leaving that bitch in awe then I pass her Chris Paul Ay



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Writer(s): Jessie Gamboa
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