3am.Lil - Dang Johnny

Slimed his brother out, can't say shit but what a shame
OG told me sometimes that yo biggest opps be in ya gang
Fuck shit need to move, but I know it'll never change
Don't associate with shit, I'm just gon' swerve a different lane
Brody Iced his watch, I told him keep my lemonade
Pour that in his pop, he drinkin wok like Gucci Mane
Flexing with the drop, said they'll never take his chain
Run up, see what he about, is you gon' die for Johnny Dang
Fuck, is you gon' die for Johnny who
Know them niggas in the they feelings still, say slide for what's his name
I'll let niggas have it, whole time I know that they lame
Mad at Lil, like how the youngest in the club gon' make it rain
Tryna get a bag, don't give a fuck about no fame
Mind yo business got some shit inside my cup like Karko Bang
Know that it's a difference, me and you is not the same
He can't get no play, he asking hoes to put him in the game
Flexing for the hoes, Brody finna take his chain
Got it took but won't speak on it, on his story, caption pain
Never cared about designer shit, I never surfed the wave
Copped Balenci, but won't get his son no shoes, you niggas lame
Fuck, bitch you a leech
I feel like A.I., cause if you reach, I'm finna teach
You ain't my OG, bitch I did not come here for a speech
Know I'm different, say she love me, only knew me for a week
Fuck, that's his bitch, but she a freak
I respect him, but I ain't get shit from pops like Lil Meech
Got a bad bitch from Georgia, I call her my lil peach
Bro been steppin hard, I might give him some Yeezys for his feet
Fuck, or might cop him a mask
Why the fuck you talkin' to me, bitch I didn't ask
Swerve to different lane, I got my foot up on the gas
Keep on talkin' if you want, I'll put my friends on your..
Damn, I'm like fuck I need to think
You ain't never made no play, so why the fuck you finna speak
Shh, too loud, damn, bitch can't even think
Where the fuck is the woods at, I don't really drink
Not gon cap feel like Cam'ron, interior pink
Customize the whip, interior mink
Gotta fix the shit myself, I got an interior leak
We ain't have to fuck bitches just gave me interior cheeks
Slimed his brother out, can't say shit but what a shame
OG told me sometimes that yo biggest opps be be in ya gang
Fuck shit need to move, but I'll know it'll never change
Don't associate with shit, I'm just gon' swerve a different lane
Brody Iced his watch, I told him keep my lemonade
Pour that in his pop, he drinkin wok like Gucci Mane
Flexing with the drop, said they'll never take his chain
Run up, see what he about, is you gon' die for Johnny Dang

Written by:
Jalil Ridley

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