DRILL SH!T
I don't even
I'm not a drill rapper
But my cuddy sent me this so I had to do it
Ayy ayy ayy
When I'm in the field it's a movie
Bitches outside wanna screw me
Old bitches tryna trap me
Hang nice niggas wanna shoot me
Got niggas that be moms
Tryna stick to me like glue
Yeah bruh she's a groupie
Ask me to put her in a movie
I can't confirm or deny
But she do got some thighs
God damn we gettin' high ayy
4 grams in the wood
Shit got me feelin' good hold on
V12 under the hood
The coupe only got two doors
But I got three bitches
And they finna get nasty
So I can grant three wishes
My life is a dream
back at the junkie mansion
We do things that you couldn't imagine
I stay in the latest fashion
I look good and I know it
Up at my show
Couple bitches gettin' freaky
So I had to bring um back
But before we hit the Pad
We gotta hit jack
And get a pack for the woods
Then I got in they crack
And that's the end of that
next morning
Finna do it all again
Livin like a bad kid
Money from the show
And that shit lookin' thick
I'm finna go spend
I want a new chain
Every since she gave me brain
Me and the homies
Finna go on a train
I can't believe you claim
just picked up the chain
And the shit shinin'
bling blow
Johnny DANG
bling blow
Johnny
DANG
I'm not a drill rapper
But my cuddy sent me this so I had to do it
Ayy ayy ayy
When I'm in the field it's a movie
Bitches outside wanna screw me
Old bitches tryna trap me
Hang nice niggas wanna shoot me
Got niggas that be moms
Tryna stick to me like glue
Yeah bruh she's a groupie
Ask me to put her in a movie
I can't confirm or deny
But she do got some thighs
God damn we gettin' high ayy
4 grams in the wood
Shit got me feelin' good hold on
V12 under the hood
The coupe only got two doors
But I got three bitches
And they finna get nasty
So I can grant three wishes
My life is a dream
back at the junkie mansion
We do things that you couldn't imagine
I stay in the latest fashion
I look good and I know it
Up at my show
Couple bitches gettin' freaky
So I had to bring um back
But before we hit the Pad
We gotta hit jack
And get a pack for the woods
Then I got in they crack
And that's the end of that
next morning
Finna do it all again
Livin like a bad kid
Money from the show
And that shit lookin' thick
I'm finna go spend
I want a new chain
Every since she gave me brain
Me and the homies
Finna go on a train
I can't believe you claim
just picked up the chain
And the shit shinin'
bling blow
Johnny DANG
bling blow
Johnny
DANG
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Writer(s): Travale Shorter
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