Johnny Tapia lyrics

[Produced by Blockk On Da Trakk]

[Verse 1]
D3 what this is, them drillers on business
Put your face on a tee shirt, get so close can’t miss it
Diss and get dismissed, pistols I got this many
b*tch n*gga ain’t no b*tch in me
Your b*tch with me, she ain’t with you
I’m with your b*tch, and her b*tches, on pictures, and they sucking
On my di*k, yeah they sucking on my di*k
You ain’t get no money, you should come and work with Tony
Hit a pus*y in his face, put his brains on his homie, b*tch n*gga
When I go if it’s on then it’s on
Shooter don’t put hands on it like damn what the f*ck fam on
Get him gone if he say it wrong, call me crazy
I’ll be crazy, till I meet Selena

[Hook]
b*tch I’m balling like I’m Johnny Tapia
I’m getting money like I’m Johnny Tapia
I’m a bad boy, b*tch I’m Johnny Tapia
Money in them caskets, I think I’m Johnny Tapia
Johnny Tapia

[Verse 2]
Shout out my manager, know that’s my manager
My n*ggas animals
One shooting shots, so much sh*t that they thought it was ten of us
Don’t aim at legs or the body, just shoot at the data base
Whacking b*tches too, shouldn’t’ve been his boo
Banana clips’ll turn a b*tch n*gga into a vegetable
Johnny Tapia
Get money every day, Johnny Tapia
Shoot you in your face, Johnny Tapia
[Hook][x2]
b*tch I’m balling like I’m Johnny Tapia
I’m getting money like I’m Johnny Tapia
I’m a bad boy, b*tch I’m Johnny Tapia
Money in them caskets, I think I’m Johnny Tapia
Johnny Tapia