John Wall lyrics

[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Young Jefe, holmes
Chopsquad
Uhh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
f*ck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all (Big Glizzy, n*gga)
b*tch I know you better answer when the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second b*tch like John Wall (Oh)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these n*ggas like I'm John Wall (Swish)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
All these n*ggas stallers, I'm a damn baller (I'm a baller)
Big Glizzy, baby, I'm a shot caller (Glizzy, bang)
All my n*ggas look like they just left from Bal' Harbor (God damn)
And your n*ggas look like they just left the beauty parlor (God damn, God damn)
It don't cost a f*ckin' cent to keep it real (No)
sh*t don't make no sense, these n*ggas ain't street for real (Ah)
Young boy you so ill, shoot your ass like Beal (Bang)
Glizzy Gang no chill, better keep your steel (GG)
I'm not committed, I got two b*tches (Two of 'em)
I got a couple send me nude pictures (They send me nude pictures)
They say don't no n*gga kick it the way you kick it (I kick it)
I think I might hop in the shoe business (Ah)
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy & Lil Mouse]
Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
f*ck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all (Big Glizzy, n*gga)
b*tch I know you better answer when the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second b*tch like John Wall (Oh)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these n*ggas like I'm John Wall (Swish)
Mouse, lets get it
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Mouse]
f*ck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all (Let me sign y'all)
All these diamonds in my chain, I just might blind y'all (Bling)
I keep two shooters with me, call me John Wall (Boom, boom, boom)
You wanna act, he grab that MAC and he gon' blam y'all (Grrat)
Magic Johnson in that clip but he let 9 off (Swish)
All these shooters on my roster shoot like John Wall (Boom, boom, boom)
Me and Glizzy in that 'Rari with the top off (Foreign)
Stephen Curry and that Glock 4 shoot your top off (Swish)
I got a hundred Franklins in my Balmain (Bands)
In my hood, them shorties shootin' like a gun range
n*ggas runnin', hoppin' gates when them guns aim (Lets go)
Ridin' 'round, blowin' gas, call it propane (Go)

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Hundred thousand up in my wall (Racks)
f*ck I look like signin'? Let me sign y'all (Big Glizzy, n*gga)
b*tch I know you better answer when the don call (What, what)
Or I'ma hit my second b*tch like John Wall (Oh)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh)
I'm ballin' on these n*ggas like I'm John Wall (Swish)
John Wall (Oh, oh), John Wall (Oh, oh)
I keep me two pistols, call me John Wall (Ooh)