John Doe (remix)

Get so dog shit rich pull up a brand new gotti
I took some MDMA put the street word for it is molly
He got hooked to that fetti
Zaddy he ran outta crack he went sold him some soap
On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float
Bitch its up
What the fuck
Then we go get some money the free way
The number one rule in the street is don't trust nobody don't give em no leeway
I was fucked up in the street with the same clothes I was a John Doe
Never go spilling the beans on a homicide
Niggas they cut throat
How shit get fucked up
With that wooley they takin his neck
Trigger finger be psyched Tourette's
I been tripping I'm biting the X

Seeing double my mind playing tricks
Cut the corner I'm clutching my stick
In the box and we both having shanks
Fuck the police fuck the DA
Grab A Gotti im grabbing a lam
Wrap it up we don't pay Uncle Sam
Free all the woes in the feds
All the beams in the sticks red
Ain't no catching me wide-body hellcat charger
Drop a Roxy I watch it dissolve when I shake up the bottle
With them 22-3s its dissecting shit just like a mother fuckin doctor

Get so dog shit rich pull up a brand new gotti
I took some MDMA put the street word for it is molly
He got hooked to that fetti
Zaddy he ran outta crack he went sold him some soap
On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float
Bitch its up
What the fuck
Then we go get some money the free way
The number one rule in the street is don't trust nobody don't give em no leeway
I was fucked up in the street with the same clothes I was a John Doe
Never go spilling the beans on a homicide
Niggas they cut throat
How shit get fucked up
With that wooley they takin his neck
Trigger finger be psyched Tourette's
I been tripping I'm biting the X

Yeah
Took another one I'm feeling sick
Off a g6 I'm high as get
New Givenchy I mix it w rick
My niggas scam I fuck with the bricks
In NY with all my ice on they thinking I play for the Knicks
Man I'm higher than New York rent
Trying hard not to crash the bent
Walk in the jewler I told him to glass my kit
I paid a bag for this
You prolly harass a bitch
I Put her out as soon as I smash the bitch
Its so much cash to get I'm filing up bags of this
I really started with 10 In the back of the club
Celine on my hood
Just made me a hunnid
Im chilling with boog (what up boog)
I throw up my hood
Car with no hood
Youll get killed just for thinking you would
Bring the FN we leaving the wood
You was done with done with this shit when you got you a buzz

Get so dog shit rich pull up a brand new gotti
I took some MDMA put the street word for it is molly
He got hooked to that fetti
Zaddy he ran outta crack he went sold him some soap
On that dust Junkie jumped nigga felt like he could float
Bitch its up
What the fuck
Then we go get some money the free way
The number one rule in the street is don't trust nobody don't give em no leeway
I was fucked up in the street with the same clothes I was a John Doe
Never go spilling the beans on a homicide
Niggas they cut throat
How shit get fucked up
With that wooley they takin his neck
Trigger finger be psyched Tourette's
I been tripping I'm biting the X



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Writer(s): G Turucz
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