JohnDoe (feat. BIG Boos)
Stepping on blocks
Hurt feet, Legos
Let's go baby want Benji's and peso
Shawty want love but I her she needs help
Save me, money be keeping me stable
BBS belt on the waist stay shinny
I'm still that nigga I had to remind you
Don't diss shooting like block boy Jb
Safari, search bitch I'll come find you
Big boos, catch a Opp lacking he gone
I'll turn a rap Nigga to a song
Then get paid off plays
Bad to the bone
I told Mike plug in charge phones
I'm on flights over oceans alone
I'm lonesome, get sturdy come on
Throwing the rock Cam Newton
Never got rings, what's marriage, clueless
Loose lips skips ships snitches get rolled up
I pour a cup, of the tea are you stupid?
Go crazy, I want Stacey to have my baby
I'm to lit hell nah I'm fried, lies
Bitch, I'm the stuffing with gravy
Two or three Opps, I'm spinning like fuck it
Brodie got locked, Just caught him a bucket
Brand new Glock, I just tell him to tuck it
Fye, Fye, Fye now adrenaline rushing
Knock, Knock, Knock when I shoot ima bust it
Never to talk to the feds I ain't telling them nothing
I just tell em like
Spinning the blocks and we do it like daily
Rolls Royce truck and I'm driving miss daisy
Big top zoe's yeah we do it for Haiti
Big little bitch and I call her lil Stacey
Big cartel, yeah we move like the navy
Wokhardt Tris yeah the drank got me lazy
Nigga try Big Boos, Nigga must be crazy
Hurt feet, Legos
Let's go baby want Benji's and peso
Shawty want love but I her she needs help
Save me, money be keeping me stable
BBS belt on the waist stay shinny
I'm still that nigga I had to remind you
Don't diss shooting like block boy Jb
Safari, search bitch I'll come find you
Big boos, catch a Opp lacking he gone
I'll turn a rap Nigga to a song
Then get paid off plays
Bad to the bone
I told Mike plug in charge phones
I'm on flights over oceans alone
I'm lonesome, get sturdy come on
Throwing the rock Cam Newton
Never got rings, what's marriage, clueless
Loose lips skips ships snitches get rolled up
I pour a cup, of the tea are you stupid?
Go crazy, I want Stacey to have my baby
I'm to lit hell nah I'm fried, lies
Bitch, I'm the stuffing with gravy
Two or three Opps, I'm spinning like fuck it
Brodie got locked, Just caught him a bucket
Brand new Glock, I just tell him to tuck it
Fye, Fye, Fye now adrenaline rushing
Knock, Knock, Knock when I shoot ima bust it
Never to talk to the feds I ain't telling them nothing
I just tell em like
Spinning the blocks and we do it like daily
Rolls Royce truck and I'm driving miss daisy
Big top zoe's yeah we do it for Haiti
Big little bitch and I call her lil Stacey
Big cartel, yeah we move like the navy
Wokhardt Tris yeah the drank got me lazy
Nigga try Big Boos, Nigga must be crazy
Credits
Writer(s): Jaiden Pervis
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