JOHNNY GAT lyrics
by OCTOBERSFULLMOON
[Chorus: RJLDiablo]
Call me Johnny Gat, I'ma send you to Hell
Too bad, it's too bad, but I still wish you well
I called up the gang, said, "Hello," like Adele
Your father is coming, can't you hear the bells?
We do what we need to keep up with the sh*t
I pull up in purple, John' Gat with the clique
I'm lookin' fancy when I take your b*tch
I keep me a gat like Saint's row, little b*tch
Call me Johnny Gat, I'ma send you to Hell
Too bad, it's too bad, but I still wish you well
I called up the gang, said, "Hello," like Adele
Your father is coming, can't you hear the bells?
We do what we need to keep up with the sh*t
I pull up in purple, John' Gat with the clique
I'm lookin' fancy when I take your b*tch
I keep me a gat like Saint's row, little b*tch
[Verse 1: RJLDiablo]
I f*ck her in Prada, man, I do it slow
I go to your house and then I steal your ho
And people don't like me, that's just how it goes
I pull up on your block and I keep it ten toes
I pull up to the crib, it's my crib, with ten hoes
They all get on my sofa and then blow
I played your sister and mother, man, Nintendo
Smoke you like a cigarrete, you look like Sloppy Joe's
Ayy, me and the gang'll poke you like a stick
Call me a drag queen 'cause I tuck a di*k
Her pus*y was smelly, her pus*y was sick
Told her to give top and now she knows some tricks
b*tches, they all be on my c*ck
She saw I was big and she think I'm The Rock
We out here thuggin' on your block
We out here thuggin', b*tch, call me 2Pac
[Verse 2: KLEFVR // CleVR]
[Chorus: RJLDiablo]
Call me Johnny Gat, I'ma send you to Hell
Too bad, it's too bad, but I still wish you well
I called up the gang, said, "Hello," like Adele
Your father is coming, can't you hear the bells?
We do what we need to keep up with the sh*t
I pull up in purple, John' Gat with the clique
I'm lookin' fancy when I take your b*tch
I keep me a gat like Saint's row, little b*tch
Call me Johnny Gat, I'ma send you to Hell
Too bad, it's too bad, but I still wish you well
I called up the gang, said, "Hello," like Adele
Your father is coming, can't you hear the bells?
We do what we need to keep up with the sh*t
I pull up in purple, John' Gat with the clique
I'm lookin' fancy when I take your b*tch
I keep me a gat like Saint's row, little b*tch
[Outro: god_is_a_beast_at_skate3]