Johnny215 - Johnnyboy Lyrics

Like Nike, you gotta just do it
Sipping the wocky, the fluid
See racks, I'm running to it
Opposition, I destroy
I'm that nigga, I'm that boy
Yea, they call me Johnnyboy
That lil bitch is a whore
She get played with like a toy
Don't go to no more parties like Coi
I'm muy bien, nigga of course
I'll teach you a lesson, I'll teach you a course
This a long ass verse, don't got no chorus
She call my phone and I ignore it
Need high end sneaks, imma cop Dior
I get them racks but I want some more
Aye aye aye, ah ah ah ah ah
Yea yea, ah ah ah ah ah
Yea aye, ah ah ah ah ah
Uh uh uh
Uh yea, switching the muhfucking flow (Yea)
Bitch, I get right to the dough (Yea)
Riding around with my bros
Yea, we be chasing the dought (Yea)
Riding around vlone
On my own, on my own
Uh yea, he copying swag, that got me mad
Uh yea, nigga my son, I am the dad
Uh yea, be your self, cause that's bad
Uh yea, me and slatt riding 'round with cash
And we got them gats, run up on me, head get splat
If you run up on me, nigga ain't no running back
I'm a quarterback, imma throw a bullet pass (Yea, yea)
Yea, he catching that

Like Nike, you gotta just do it
Sipping the wocky, the fluid
See racks, I'm running to it
Opposition, I destroy
I'm that nigga, I'm that boy
Yea, they call me Johnnyboy
That lil bitch is a whore
She get played with like a toy
Don't go to no more parties like Coi
I'm muy bien, nigga of course
I'll teach you a lesson, I'll teach you a course
This a long ass verse, don't got no chorus
She call my phone and I ignore it
Need high end sneaks, imma cop Dior
I get them racks but I want some more
Aye aye aye, ah ah ah ah ah
Yea yea, ah ah ah ah ah
Yea aye, ah ah ah ah ah
Uh uh uh
Uh yea, switching the muhfucking flow (Yea)
Bitch, I get right to the dough (Yea)
Riding around with my bros
Yea, we be chasing the dought (Yea)
Riding around vlone
On my own, on my own
Uh yea, he copying swag, that got me mad
Uh yea, nigga my son, I am the dad
Uh yea, be your self, cause that's bad
Uh yea, me and slatt riding 'round with cash
And we got them gats, run up on me, head get splat
If you run up on me, nigga ain't no running back
I'm a quarterback, imma throw a bullet pass (Yea, yea)
Yea, he catching that