John Madden

Get his ass
We gon get his ass
Get his ass
If you gon tell em what it is
Gon head and add it up
Brody broke the money counter
And now dis shit ain't counting fast enough
You did a hunnit to da top
And still ain't passing us
I'm tryna catch da mail before it hit da drop
And you just passed the truck
She know that I'm bout to hit the road
And asked if I can hit it wit u
She know I'm grabbing phones
She asked if I can get em wit u
Ion want the number
I'm just tryna see if I can split it wit u
30 nights up in the summer
We was broke couldn't wait to kill the issue
The Bo plug just touched down
Ain't doing Tom Bradies
I got a freak in ink town
And I just hit the bitch on John Daly
The feds come then imma tell em
This what the rhymes paid me
Who wanna have some fun
Cuz we get all the guns
From all the bomb makers
I can't lie I used to work for the white man
But now they work for me
A 4 of red in a red pop dis bitch burgundy
I really got the method to get you to the top
Bitch you can learn from me
Brody found a drop
He burnt dat bitch hotter than a first degree
It ain't no option to cut u off
If u fuck wit opposites
He shedded blood and not a tear
Ain't that about a bitch
Can't no og sit me down wit all my opps
About no politics
They keep asking
How I move the bag on campus
I got a college bitch
I'm on the phone wit fraud department
On the road and now the call lagging
I got a pro for apple stores
I call em Don Jackson
Brody said I made the right call for the gang
I feel like John Madden
I know some niggas
Who can't beat us to the top
It's only time passing