Running with the Rolodex I gotta fold my deck
Young Johnny went and hit the golden set
Head in the clouds he a nervous wreckThese toters they moving they eating my payroll check
Diamond apology you better know
We in a ruined economy though
Snitches be popping, I′m popping a cap in their neck, slap em, toss em like dough
Yeah bitch I chill on the canopy, you stuffed 6 feet like a can of meat
Your bands and your whips, stripped from your grip
Kiss em goodbye as I press the delete
Bring up the chair, tied by the hair, turn check the flop better send up a prayer
Sounding the flare, Johhny beware, Johhny beware cuz now Johhny be dead!
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain't finna talk
Four with the ice
Five with the guys
Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk
Four on this ice
Five with the guys
Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice
Yeah, I'll fuck all your bitches and leave you with stitches and premonitions
Knife from the kitchen, painkiller addiction turn you to Christian
God cannot save you I'll find and detain you don′t get suspicious
Fucked up in plain view your crew will forsake you now where′s your riches
Johnny beware you're a millionaire
Loot all your riches and get it declared
Pull out your hair till you′re gasping for air
Fuck up your torso and leave you despaired
Slash you up, grizzly bear
On your breath, you say a prayer
Leave your life in fucking tatters till you're finished by the chair
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk
Four with the ice
Five with the guys
Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain't finna talk
Four on this ice
Five with the guys
Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice
I guess hai mera time to shine, Muh baand rakh bhai mat kar tu whine
Side piece mere waist par lag raha fine, Say hello to my little friend it′s a nine
Like Frank Sheeran paint turpentine, Laal rang behta jaise bloodline
Neeche lucy bajta drumline, Six second shots like it's shooting a vine (Haan)
Johnny be Good, 101 takka tu pateli karna chhahta hai par end meintere sir mein wood
Straight from the AR-15 no kickback unlike Prophit when he's fucking chugging Vermouth, Gaandugiri kam kar chutiye seedha baith nahi toh tere ko banaunga bhooth
Fuck it Cody put him straight in the boot
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk
Four with the ice
Five with the guys
Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice
One in the slot
Two in the Glock
Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk
Four on this ice
Five with the guys
Six in your head Johnny roll like a
