Bitch I'M Huffing Nos

I'm huffing NOS, on my 6th can son
Coming down the freeway, I throw my hands up
I'm huffing NOS cause I can bruh
And anybody in my way get turned to tire dust

I'm insane

My bitch, got blast-over tats
I'm making her nervous so much
I blast down her back
Tonight I'm finna go out
And get so plastered off yak
Nah I ain't kidding, this for all the fans
Put this in your memories

I done came from out the keystone
Grew up in that garden
I done grown into this tree
Fuck whatever you saying, I'm gorgeous
I'm enormous when I walk out outside
Everybody just staring at me
Hey baby, you looking kinda nice
Even god know that you mine
Let me retry, goodnight now I'll say goodbye
I mean, where we fitting to go I'm tired
Nah matter fact, I'm hungry
Consume a bitch, keep her in my tummy
She got me out here looking like a fucking dummy

But nah, I ain't chubby
Never been, never was, not gonna be
Not now I just found
I swear to god I'll fade away
Cause I'm huffing that nos
Fall on the floor
I'm staring at God
He just told me to wake the fuck up
But I've been dead for so long

I'm sorry bae, I turned your new man into a vegetable
See I was just on my deep shit, some sleep shit
It's time to go to war, some marine shit
Blast off in that convertible
I crashed into something discernable
I probably hit somebody, 5-0 on my ass
They tryna get me locked
So what I do?
I switch gears and blast off
Landed on the moon, nah see I'm tripping
I ran off the cliff, jumped out
And hit a witness
Luck was on my side
They family traumatized, but I ain't mind
It's either me or it's the law
I don't know about y'all
But fuck the law

You see my name?
It means "Dangerous, don't play with this
You won't get out alive"
I've been swimming towards the sharks for so long
And you'll see I'll still survived
Dead or alive, they want me dead or alive
But fall so short every time
Why don't you just mind your business?
See I got the keys, go take a look inside

Honey, I got honey
Different honeys in every state
I mean, I just might be bugging
I'm off the pudding, hope I'm next up
You can send your best up
Your mans getting his necklace snatched
Hit with a bat, cause I know his style is wack
Yeah he don't know how to rap

Oh you'se a rat?
Just like MacDonald
I'm finna house you up in that trap
Where is his rap sheet?
I'm thinking of packing him up
Send his ass to the feds
With his guts dangling
And an eclipse knot chain hanging, resting on his neck
You don't fuck with me
Unless yo ass is done, and ready to bleed
I'll wear your skull like a new bling bling
Johnny Test huffing NOS
On the set and the scene nigga