It's Johnny mother fuckin' Blaze
Talk shit and get a fade
Choppas not clippers, n***a
All Gucci zippers
High techin' liver
High tippin' strippers
You know how the fuck I'm rocking n***a
Word to mother fuck your life up
Bing bong!
Green light 'em n***a, whole family dead
What up, n***a?
You know who the fuck you talking to?
This is money on my lips
Every time I speak fucking change comes out
Like a fucking slot machine
Like a fuckin' ATM filled with gold, n***a
They like, "when this n***a gonna rap?"
N***a every time I spit it's rap
I speak truth n***a
Word to your mom
Word to your dad
Word to your fuckin' dead granny, n***a
To your great great great great great great great great grеat great great great grеat great great great great great great great great grandfather n***a
Word to that n***a
C'mon n***a
It's Johnny mother fuckin' Blaze
Turn this shit the fuck up
[Verse]
Ayo, I keep the gun on my hip
But just in case I keep the razor
I keep the flavor
The trap is ringing off the pager
I do my shit, ha
Oh you not hard, now you a bitch huh
He seen the clip, huh
Everybody wanna dip, uh
Who brought the guns to the party?
It's me to catch a body
It's me that's how I want it, I got it