Johnny Test
I told you that n*gga ain't my brother ain't my cuz
Always you and me we never been us
You an undercover I will never trust
Drink it with fiji I don't fuck with voss
The fuck is you watching you looking so sus
The fuck is you talking no I don't discuss
This undercover no ross
Im running the bag like a sport
I need all my money I don't need support
Lifestyle shit your life so bored
Fuck the judge ain't going to court
Designer my pants and my shirt and my shoes
Fuck around we gon' get all the juice
I put codeine in my cup like a loser
Shut the fuck up yeah im getting to the flush
221 your body is on the news
I get my bandana to match all my blue
Everywhere I go they by my side I don't need no vest
I pop in the cup that's full of ice im fly like jet
Im never capping got designer all on my chest
And I get the pack 11 times I feel like Johnny Test
I just dirt the Fanta with some Motherfuckin Lean yeah
She just want the Fendi she don't really fuck With Celine yeah
I was gonna' kill this goofy cuz' he forgot about the pin yeah
Run up on lil icy cuz' you know we running shit yeah
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Always you and me we never been us
You an undercover I will never trust
Drink it with fiji I don't fuck with voss
The fuck is you watching you looking so sus
The fuck is you talking no I don't discuss
This undercover no ross
Im running the bag like a sport
I need all my money I don't need support
Lifestyle shit your life so bored
Fuck the judge ain't going to court
Designer my pants and my shirt and my shoes
Fuck around we gon' get all the juice
I put codeine in my cup like a loser
Shut the fuck up yeah im getting to the flush
221 your body is on the news
I get my bandana to match all my blue
Everywhere I go they by my side I don't need no vest
I pop in the cup that's full of ice im fly like jet
Im never capping got designer all on my chest
And I get the pack 11 times I feel like Johnny Test
I just dirt the Fanta with some Motherfuckin Lean yeah
She just want the Fendi she don't really fuck With Celine yeah
I was gonna' kill this goofy cuz' he forgot about the pin yeah
Run up on lil icy cuz' you know we running shit yeah
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
Yeah Im counting commas
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Writer(s): Joel Acevedo Vegas
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