Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(I know better)
(3 Red, 36 Power on one, center out)
(Two minute drills)
(Kenny, thank you)
(36 power on one)
(I'm John Madden in this)
[Verse 2]
Whoa, Kenny Beast mode types with a G-lock, the color of midnight
This .45 let it say "Bless you", his name is "Gazuntite"
And roll up with that Floyd shit, he love that it fights
Don't make a dumbass **** famous on World Star tonight
Why do bro with a memer, don't even got a gun?
Why do bro holdin' that bottle, don't have no funds?
Tiny ass **** got no job but always in the club
Got all the bitches like Hugh Hefner, but never gon' fuck
[Verse 3]
Four ****, we the same ones, watch my jeans
Some of 'em come on around these hoes, playin' like they know me
Goin' "Sup?" pillow talkin', just to eat the monkey
Pussy ass **** keep on talkin', I'ma turn into Kobe
You better pray and wear that good luck bracelet you with
Act like your baby momma, start terrorizin' your whip
I'm in Detroit, they throw Ben Wallace respect in this bitch
Before I go home, I'm get blue like a 6-0 crip
[Verse 4]
If I can't run that bitch, I'm gon' pass it
Fuck bein' humble, I run up a score on you bastards
4th and long, we don't punt, we got cannons
I'm a vet at runnin' plays, John Madden
If I can't run that bitch, I'm gon' pass it
Fuck bein' humble, I run up a score on you bastards
4th and long, we don't punt, we got cannons
I'm a vet at runnin' plays, John Madden
[Verse 5]
Flag on a play, your hustle outta pocket
How the fuck you runnin' plays with those snatch pockets?
Yes, I'm the passer, your coach, and your real father
****'s be tougher than King Kong till I up this clock
Breakin' her neck, it's only right that I break her ride
I'm Max Julien, Gene Wilder ass like Richard Pryor
You should put that free pussy on **** that need it
I get the itus when she pay me, not fuckin' her either
[Verse 6]
Tackle gang, body Kwame, gon' hold you for reachin'
Moschino, no speak, in Summerset, with GTMPs
Simple, Detroit bitches love **** from Oakland
Bitch, I'm loaded, that dog Will Pettis, the potion
Play online, just to win, get rich, I die tryin'
I'm a vet at breakin' pockets, I'm lyin', I'm dyin'
Eat up miles in that rental, I'm scopin' the flame
Me and D-Rilla spent clean money at Maestro's, dinin'
[Verse 7]
If I can't run that bitch, I'm gon' pass it
Fuck bein' humble, I run up a score on you bastards
4th and long, we don't punt, we got cannons
I'm a vet at runnin' plays, John Madden
If I can't run that bitch, I'm gon' pass it
Fuck bein' humble, I run up a score on you bastards
4th and long, we don't punt, we got cannons
I'm a vet at runnin' plays, John Madden
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