Johnny Test lyrics

[Intro]
(You think you know me)

[Chrous]
Ain't no love come from my city, b*tch my bag from outta state
Don't want that pus*y two times, once we f*ck, she outta date
If I get caught, I know my b*tch gon' leave, she tired of my mistakes
Granny kicked me out her kitchen 'cause the Pyrex 'bout to break
n*ggas rockin' fake designer, n*gga I can't relate
I got too much pride, I spend that bag and make it shake
I have my n*gga three tries, he caught a body second day
I just dropped two 4's for me and Doggy, that's a eight

[Verse]
Roll up five different n*ggas, and thеm pussies smokin' grass
b*tch, I'ma die by my respеct
If you play, you lay, pus*y boy, I promise not a threat
My n*ggas bodies cold cases, we clean up but make a mess
I go everywhere with my doggy, Johnny Test
Bro advanced with both hands, it don't matter right or left
I can't say my n*gga name, but I gotta tip my hat
Push this straight to cuttin' blocks, we bustin' rights and bangin' lefts
Get the glizzy, Ben 10, n*gga that's a different flex
Aye, that thing up on the bag, that boy so dangerous
Glock 29, Ben 10, you could keep the Nines
He got a 40 or a pan, it still ain't beatin' mine
Bangin' 40's and .45's, finger f*ck it with one hand
Showin' off, I tried to whip the tent, it almost broke my hand
And respect, they keep it everywhere, you never feel neglected
I know my city well, I know that block, I know you think you safe
Tryna walk off 'fore that trial, but n*gga, I shot up in his face
We real efficient with the bait
I live my life just like the mob, b*tch call me Tali Genevieve
Lil Cosa Nostra, we kill you and makin' spaces in your grave
Got a text, you supposed to throw back for them n*ggas you done lost
Text back, n*ggas lookin' bad, seen him with his dogs, prices high, ain't no bargain
I still could get it off, n*ggas askin' all these questions
You gotta pick, what's your color?
You know a n*gga can't afford it if he ask how much it cost
Got on skinnies, they not regular, you know just what they cost
Thirteen hunnid for my skinnies, somethin' light, I f*cked it all
ADK and pink 50's, color Yum-Yum sauce
b*tch, is not a stain on me, chicken, chicken, rubber bands, I got four wings on me
[Chrous]
Ain't no love come from my city, b*tch my bag from outta state
I don't want that pus*y two times, once we f*ck, she outta date
I get caught, I know my b*tch gon' leave, she tired of my mistakes
Granny kicked me out her kitchen 'cause the Pyrex 'bout to break
n*ggas rockin' fake designer, n*gga I cannot relate
I got too much pride, I spend that bag and make it shake
Gave my n*gga three tries, he caught a homi, second day
I just dropped two 4's for me and Doggy, that's a eight