Go Up

Yea yea yea
Lowkey going up, they fuck with my songs
I got some dm's , they say that I’m hard
I record in my bedroom, that's the crazy part

That's crazy part I think that you should know
I don’t waste my time in studios
I record on my own fuckin time
And this shit free nigga, I dont even write my rhymes

I make beats too
All this heat, oou
They like, “Johnny, he cool”
That lil bitch wanna be my boo

But no, no, no, bitch you know the rules
I ain't cuffin no thot
Get right out my face, yea
I can't cuff no thot

Get right out my face, yea
I can't cuff no thot
I gotta run up the guap, yea
I gotta run it up

I can't trust no thot
Cause this bitches be some sluts
Yea, yea, yea

I wеnt off topic
When I make it to the top, you don't know mе nigga stop it
You don't even know the lyrics to my songs I made freestylin
These niggas steady showing that fake love, these niggas wilding, yea yea

(Yea yea)

You ain't nothing if you don’t got no motherfuckin haters
They really keep me going, yea they be my motivation
I know my time comin, I just gotta have some patience
Gotta have some patience

(Yea, Johnny)
(Everybody love Johnny)
(Uh, Johnny)
(Everybody love Johnny)
(Uh, Johnny)
(Yea this lil Johnny)