John Deere
Yeah, on God fosho
Man ain't no cap up in my rap
And that's a, fact, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah
Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)
Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back
Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)
Like only Jah knows (Na na na)
Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)
We cannot fuck
Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)
Close the back door
That homie ain't really ya nigga
On a drill with my dog
He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)
But that's how it goes
Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)
I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch
Red rum in my head (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain
My family thinks that I changed (On God)
Give her dick now she screamin' my name
Know she just wanna fuck cause my chains
I'm from the Lane, shit get insane
Never thought I'd see my mom holding brains (On God)
I seen some bodies, yeah (Bop bop bop bop)
Like JB I just wanna shoot
And she ride like a Harley (On God, on God)
Yeah yeah, she blowin' me just like a flute
Locked in cell, ain't know what to do (On God)
It get crazy to tell you the truth
I can't slip got my stick in the booth
I'm on a Spike beat, bullets they spicy
She wanna blow me cause I'm a Pisces (On God)
I'm trappin' all day count the money at night (I do)
I hit the trap and I crush me a nine (I do)
Bitch don't call my phone, I'm moving pro's
Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)
Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back
Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)
Like only Jah knows (Na na na)
Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)
We cannot fuck
Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)
Close the back door
That homie ain't really ya nigga
On a drill with my dog
He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)
But that's how it goes
Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)
I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch
Red rum in my head (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain
My family thinks that I changed (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain (Eughh)
My family thinks that I changed (Yah)
Seen some bodies I can't be the same
I can't lack cause they all know my name (On God)
Don't want fame, don't want chains (I don't)
I just want get the racks for my fam
She cook a zone in a crock pot
Wearin' a crop top
Pull up on me you get knocked off (On God)
Yeah, yeah
Some niggas will change for the fame but I won't
I'm sorry mom gotta roll with a chrome (I do)
Niggas is dyin' I'm tryna make it home (On God)
Yeah, yeah, I know that you prayin' for me
Real life thug, I got a grudge
Pull up on me you get bun (Ya dead)
Hot like the sun
Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)
Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back
Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)
Like only Jah knows (Na na na)
Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)
We cannot fuck
Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)
Close the back door
That homie ain't really ya nigga
On a drill with my dog
He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)
But that's how it goes
Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)
I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch
Red rum in my head (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain
My family thinks that I changed (On God)
Man ain't no cap up in my rap
And that's a, fact, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah
Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)
Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back
Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)
Like only Jah knows (Na na na)
Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)
We cannot fuck
Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)
Close the back door
That homie ain't really ya nigga
On a drill with my dog
He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)
But that's how it goes
Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)
I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch
Red rum in my head (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain
My family thinks that I changed (On God)
Give her dick now she screamin' my name
Know she just wanna fuck cause my chains
I'm from the Lane, shit get insane
Never thought I'd see my mom holding brains (On God)
I seen some bodies, yeah (Bop bop bop bop)
Like JB I just wanna shoot
And she ride like a Harley (On God, on God)
Yeah yeah, she blowin' me just like a flute
Locked in cell, ain't know what to do (On God)
It get crazy to tell you the truth
I can't slip got my stick in the booth
I'm on a Spike beat, bullets they spicy
She wanna blow me cause I'm a Pisces (On God)
I'm trappin' all day count the money at night (I do)
I hit the trap and I crush me a nine (I do)
Bitch don't call my phone, I'm moving pro's
Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)
Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back
Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)
Like only Jah knows (Na na na)
Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)
We cannot fuck
Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)
Close the back door
That homie ain't really ya nigga
On a drill with my dog
He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)
But that's how it goes
Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)
I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch
Red rum in my head (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain
My family thinks that I changed (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain (Eughh)
My family thinks that I changed (Yah)
Seen some bodies I can't be the same
I can't lack cause they all know my name (On God)
Don't want fame, don't want chains (I don't)
I just want get the racks for my fam
She cook a zone in a crock pot
Wearin' a crop top
Pull up on me you get knocked off (On God)
Yeah, yeah
Some niggas will change for the fame but I won't
I'm sorry mom gotta roll with a chrome (I do)
Niggas is dyin' I'm tryna make it home (On God)
Yeah, yeah, I know that you prayin' for me
Real life thug, I got a grudge
Pull up on me you get bun (Ya dead)
Hot like the sun
Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)
Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back
Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)
Like only Jah knows (Na na na)
Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)
We cannot fuck
Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)
Close the back door
That homie ain't really ya nigga
On a drill with my dog
He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)
But that's how it goes
Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)
I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch
Red rum in my head (On God)
John Deere on the brick and my chain
My family thinks that I changed (On God)
Credits
Writer(s): Hoodbaby Peppa
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