Johnny Test (3rd Phone)* lyrics

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[Verse]
These pus*y ass n*ggas be scared
Get that addy, 33, you know that it's murder
My young n*gga put him to bed
Got a stick in the car, I'ma hop out and shoot it
Them pus*y ass n*ggas, they fled

[Chorus]
Flexin' who he is
Pull up wit' that Glock in my Chris Breezy's, Johnny Test
I tried and then I failed, this sh*t wasn't easy, I been misled
They scared that they done turn me into a demon
When I was broke they ain't wan' see me
Now I'm rich they say they need me

[Verse 2]
Talm 'bout put your chains on, put your rings on
I got half you rappers b*tches in my third phone
That pus*y n*gga went to tweetin', knocked that bird down
These pus*y ass n*ggas ain't gettin no drop
We got that work now, еverybody serve now
Evеrybody got that gun n they gon' blow just from my words now
I got b*tches in my gate, I tell security make 'em turn 'round