Yeye

Intro/Verse 1:
Its been a cold ass summer
Mother fucking need me a hummer
Man i might as well with the come up
Bitch walked in looking done up
Lightskinned nigga got the one up
Geetchi Spot dance floor, cut up
Niggas gettin down till the sun up
Pacifist but nigga shut the fuck up
In this bitch but standing with the fuck ups
Willy see me, nigga put a cup up
POV im right here nigga nut up

Man im feeling punchline crazy
Everysingle punchline crazy
Kick kick punch on the daily
Nigga from the RV-80s
Shorty walking in looking shapely
Seeing where this night might take me
To the bed or chilling with the same 3
Sitting back smoking on the weed
Bumping ab-soul so we save trees
Every single nigga got the same needs
Dome send a shockl to them cold knees
Peace a relief thats the old me
Now im cracking skulls and they coping
Sliding off of hull in the whip?
Please, paint a better picture with the dope scene
All my mother fucking niggas dope fiends uh

What they know about me
What these niggas know about me
Ayo JOhn G
Wha these niggas know about me
Not a fucking thing i see oh

Poking fun at these rappers
Acting like they steady packing
But they dont have them a magnum
Cuz they ain't fucking around in these streets
This sound is way louder than beef
Moo-ve or well shoot at your feet
Just spit i ain't stopping the beat




Johnxboy G] Verse 2:
Any motherfucker want to step to me
Or get the best of meI let 'em Rest In PeaceI put it down when I'm coming through your city, bitch
And get to the nitty-gritty you motherfucking idiot
Yo I'm on this grind like I ain't even want to stop y'all
Chef up in the kitchen catch me whippin up this hot sauce
Gunning for the top, dawg
Coming for the throne I kick the king off
He looking all around wishing he had something to cling on
Know I'm motherfucking bossing, bossing
Come up on the scene I'm flossing, flossing
Bucking with the G yo what it cost 'em, cost 'em
Everything you know I fucking off 'em, off 'em
Telling you I'm fucking awesome, awesome
Psychedelics got me tripping hard upon my ego
Geting hella selfish and I can't really help it on some every day shit I ball harder than a free throw
Sickened by the shit that I be spitting oh god
All I ever knew was get lit, go hard
Fuck passing blunts I'm in the mood to bogartI'm higher than kite cruising in the solar
Said fck love, bitch I be full of myself
Young motherfucking god with spiritual type wealth
Still got the best connect you know I cop it for the lizz-ow
Gas bags or psychedelics, bitch I got the izz-OMo'fucker know I ball
Mo'fucker know I ball, that's it that's all
Mo'fucker know I ball
Please mo'fucker know I ball

I got my chucks and my polo tucked in the front
On the way to go get a front
I ain't seen the dude in a month
Gb packed and ready to run
Cuz i never do know enough
Niggas told me to cut that out
But that cut would cut in my funds
Why i need to
This shit is legal then it gets letal
This shit is real
I see a sillouhuette in the pep hole
I tap a tap on the door
It unlocks
I look at my watch gotta cop
Remember on hull
When the cops were following me

I fucking see you
You ain't nearly as slick as you though
Hit a right
Parked the car
But it was still super hot
Lots of trippys in the glove box
An ounce in the trunk
Seen the whip around the corner
Heart had already sunck
Then the skunk just sauntered past so at this point i had won
Rolled my bone in the dark and started praising the sun
Pearled the end and hit my next switch up
This is a game my nigga
So if were racing pick a lane my nigga
So come and get this mary jane my nigga!
Displaying lyrical prowess
And steady passing out ounces
I had to pounce on this ROTC
That T-O-P D-O-G
Drove to me
From he side of the map
That i only see when im in the heat of the summer
So duck and cover or get you some sun block
Cuz this sun burn is roughly analugus to a headlock
Head shock
Turning you to rubble in this bedrock
Subtle but you see i got my head swabbed
Chillin in a headshop
Swaying till im dead brabra (Repeat until end of song)