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Johnada Assaad
Johnada Assaad
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[Verse 1]
I caught an opp wit a Glock get popped
Can't fuck wit a hoe or a thot
I be ridin' round the city in a drop
Sippin' on drank and we stacking up the guap
Ridin' round the city, with a bad lil bitty
Show me ass and some titties
Where the bag, I'ma get it
Take everything wit it
Got the gang getting busy
'Cause I heard he tryna run up
Know the strap ain't missin'
[Verse 2]
Run up flip the pack up in the street
I just keep on countin' up a hundred every week
I'ma do my thang make a hunnid in my sleep
Ridin’ wit a forty, yeah, you know that I'ma creep
Pulled up in a foreign pourin' six yeah
Don't step on my Raf this shit is mink yeah
Diamonds they be drippin' like a sink yeah
Fucked that bitch now her friend just wanna link yeah
Count my bands, count my bands, stack the dough
Shawty bad, shawty bad but she a hoe
I got the pack roll the gas smokin' O's
Count my racks money fast ain't ever slow
I just copped a brand new whip
Bussdown Glock that's a brand new drip
Your trap ain't shit, thats a brand new lick
Now I’m countin' money with a brand new bitch
[Verse 3]
I caught an opp wit a Glock get popped
Can't fuck wit a hoe or a thot
I be ridin' round the city in a drop
Sippin' on drank and we stackin' up the guap
Ridin' round the city, with a bad lil bitty
Show me ass and some titties
Where the bag, I'ma get it
Take everything wit it
Got the gang getting busy
'Cause I heard he tryna run up
Know the strap ain't missin'
[Verse 4]
I'm the type of youngin' that'll pull up in a whip
Be the same one, to fuck you up then fuck your bitch
Shawty all up on me and she wanna take a pic
I sit back, I relax, gimme brain, take a hit
Pull up with the choppa and you know I’m finna slide through
Shawty said sit back I'll fuck it up just lemme ride you
I just be cruisin' in the drop down the nine-two
Pay no mind to the opp, Glock on my side shoe
How you livin', tell me how how you livin'
Money on my mind I'ma run up the digits
I keep it real I got respect for all my bitches
Or should I say my women, fuck though we in it
'Cause all these bitches thotties
Your girl she give that sloppy
My goons they catchin' bodies
And I'm ridin' round just wit a shotty
Meet me at the party
I'ma take you to the lobby
Oh now she wanna link 'cause I pulled up in a rari
[Verse 5]
I caught an opp wit a Glock get popped
Can't fuck wit a hoe or a thot
I be ridin' round the city in a drop
Sippin' on drank and we stackin' up the guap
Ridin' round the city, with a bad lil bitty
Show me ass and some titties
Where the bag and I'ma get it?
Take everything wit it
Got the gang gettin' busy
'Cause I heard he tryna’ run up
Know the strap ain't missin'
[Verse 6]
I caught an opp wit a Glock
I caught an opp wit a Glock
I caught an opp wit a Glock
I caught a
Written by: Johnada Assaad, Kristian Hossy, Lukas Leth
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