John (Explicit Version)

Fo' fo' bulldog' my muthaf-cking pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch I'm f-cking her good' she got her legs on my neck I get p***y' mouth and ass' call that b***h triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy' I'ma starve her to death Top down' it's upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet! You f-ck with me wrong' I knock your head off your neck The flight too long' I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch I pay these n-ggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a b***h I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep so Weezy can't rest An AK47 is my f-cking address' huh I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Yeah Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and c**k it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today' remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis' I'm talking all brown linen' huh Big black n-gga' and an icey watch Shoes on the coupe' b***h I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high' swish! I'm swimming in the yellow b***h' boss In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a nigga sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n-gga shit Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected' got killers off in Chicago I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and c**k it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today' remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis' I'm talking all brown linen' huh Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther' b***h I'm red fox Big bee's' Red Sox I get money to kill time' dead clocks Your f-cking with a n-gga who don't give a f-ck Empty the clip than roll a window up P-ssy n-ggas sweet' you n-ggas center bun I'm in a red b***h' she said she finna cum 200 thou on a chain' I don't need a piece That banana clip' let Chiquita speak Dark shades' Eazy E Five letters' YMCMB B***h ass niggas' p***y ass niggas I see ya looking' what ya looking at n-gga You know the rules' kill em all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday I'm not a star' somebody lied I got a chopper in the car So don't make it come alive Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together YMCMB' double M' we rich forever The bigger the bullet the more that b***h gon ba Red on the wall' Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b***h My first home invasion' pocket gain and 40 bricks Son of a b***h' than I made a great escape Aint it funny momma' only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh' hop out like I'm santa claus N-ggas gather round' got gifts for all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays' muthaf-ck huddle up I'm not a star' somebody lied' I got a chopper in the car Yeah