John Deere lyrics

Yeah
On God, fo'sho
On God, fo'sho
Man it ain't no cap up in my rap, and that's a—fact
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yah!

[Chorus]
Broski might kick in your door for the pack
Wish I brought my glizzy, wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwing it back
Missed on her birthday, was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pros, like only John knows
Bad b*tch, she watching her calories
We cannot f*ck because, b*tch, you a fan to me
Close the back door, that homie ain't really your n*gga
I chill with my junkie, and I'm testing trigger
But that's how it goes, some n*ggas ain't made for this
I gotta stain this kid
Might leave a stain lil' b*tch
Like run me my head
John Deere on the brick, and my chain (Phew-phew)
My family thinks that I changed

[Verse 1]
Deal with her, now shе screaming my name
No, she just wanna f*ck 'causе my chain
I'm from the Lane, sh*t get insane
Never thought I seen my mom holding brains
I seen some bodies, yah
Like JB, I just wanna shoot
And she ride like a Harley, yeah-yeah
She blowing me just like a flute
Glock at my side, ain't know what to do
It get crazy to tell you the truth
I can't slip, brought my stick in the booth
I wanna spike, these bullets they spicy
She wanna blow me 'cause I'm a pieces
I'm trappin' all day, counting money all night
I hit the trap, and I crushed me a nine
b*tch, don't call my phone
I'm moving prone
[Chorus]
Broski might kick in your door for the pack
Wish I brought my glizzy, wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwing it back
Missed on her birthday, was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pros, like only John knows
Bad b*tch, she watching her calories
We cannot f*ck because, b*tch, you a fan to me
Close the back door, that homie ain't really your n*gga
I chill with my junkie, and I'm testing trigger
But that's how it goes, some n*ggas ain't made for this
I gotta stain this kid
Might leave a stain lil' b*tch
Like run me my head
John Deere on the brick, and my chain (Phew-phew)
My family thinks that I changed

[Verse 2]
John Deere on the brick, and my chain (Eww-ugh)
My family thinks that I changed
Seen some bodies, I can't be the same
I cannot lack 'cause they all know my name
Don't want fame, don't want chains (I don't)
I just wanna get the racks for my fam'
She cook a zone in her crock pot, wearing a crop top
Pull up on me, you getting knocked off
Yeah, yeah
Some n*ggas wan' change for the fame, but I won't
I'm sorry mom, gotta roll with the chrome (I do)
n*ggas is dying, I'm tryna make it home
Yeah, yeah
I know that you praying for me
We'll act up, I gotta crush
Pull up on me, you get bun'd
Hot like the sun
[Chorus]
Broski might kick in your door for the pack
Wish I brought my glizzy, wish I didn't lack
Tug on her hair when she throwing it back
Missed on her birthday, was stuck in the trap
Took a L on my pros, like only John knows
Bad b*tch, she watching her calories
We cannot f*ck because, b*tch, you a fan to me
Close the back door, that homie ain't really your n*gga
I chill with my junkie, and I'm testing trigger
But that's how it goes, some n*ggas ain't made for this
I gotta stain this kid
Might leave a stain lil' b*tch
Like run me my head
John Deere on the brick, and my chain (Phew-phew)
My family thinks that I changed