John Doe lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don't like em petite, baby you gotta eat, but I do like to f*ck on the models
Leave that sh*t in the street, if you reachin' I teachin', if he bluffin' we touch yo [brovado?]
Imma f*ck her for free, imma dive in the sea
Why this n*ggas be playin' the condo?
Put uh price on his head, I give you the bread
f*ck his name we gon' change it to Jhon Doe

[Hook]
Leave him dead, yhea yhea
I want his head, yhea (Yhea)
Pick eh bet, the pistol mechanical, fill it with lead yhea (yhea)
Leave em dead, yhea yhea
I want his head, yhea (Yhea)
Pick eh bet, the pistol mechanical, fill it with lead yhea (yhea)

[Verse 2]
Gaveah numba to me nd' I texted to see if she tryina to come f*ck in the condo
I've been ballin' fo' real in the system, my n*ggas been callin' me LBS Rondo
Im the sickest lil n*gga, was born as a dealer, my grandma, nd' even my mom though
They created a plan, no im not a skater, but [?] thats who I grind fo'
My tv VS nd' my belt got the rind stones
Call that b*tch over because I need my mind blown
I make her blow the whole team like uh trombone
*Whistles*
I can do this sh*t with uh blind fold
Imma paper chaser, baby wonder how im flexxin', don't go to the gym
Duckin' on uh b*tch she good at takin' at di*k
I do this sh*t up on er rim, ugh
Them LBS n*ggas worth alot of figures, I promise you not one of them
If uh n*gga reachin' for my chain- he gon' need another limb
(Waaa)
Back to the basics, trappin' out uh vacant, that talk nd' we switchin' locations
(Lets go)
My mouth is sealed, I rip uh affidavit, on god I ain't givin' no statements
(Shhh)
It took me three minutes to get her naked, this di*k like uh blunt nd' she face
*Whistles*
Imma be real to the day I get sick, give uh f*ck bout how much im makin'
(Im making, im makin', im makin')
[Outro]
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