Spittin

Uh yea, oh oh
Uh uh yea, oh oh
Uh uh yea, oh oh
Uh uh yea, oh

Yea, I got the .9, keep it on my waist
Shoot em in the face, shit broad day
Mask on nigga, ain't no fuckin trace
Ain't no fuckin case, low I gotta lay

Yea, I'm right on the run, right on the run right to the guappy
Groupie bitch think she gonna get funds if come and gimme some toppy
No, u not gettin nothing, notty notty
On my fuckin grind (huh), u can not stop me

Huhh, got ya bitches on me
Huhh, yea the drip is on me
Huhh, everything is on fleek
Huhh, get the dough by the week

Oh, Johnny got melody
When I drop it's a hundred degrees
Oh, got ya bitch on her knees
She fallin in love with suckin on me

Johnny fell in lovе right with the backend
The backеnd, the backend, the backend, more racks in
I love the drip, see me in all different fashion
Johnny started rappin, like damn how that happen

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