GM Allen - Johnson Hights Lyrics

Yo, I got like a million something plays last year
And got like 50 bucks
F*ck your numbers man, I'm an artist
Never been on benches, alone in the trenches
Ghost ride the streets on 24 inches
Beating down the block, straight knocking down pictures
At least four swishers, you scrubs like dishes
You ain't no fixtures, I put you in your place
You don't get dap from me, leave you hanging like the drapes
You can't follow me when I step into the place
Like you blew it up, didn't ya
Planet of the apes
You flakes get fed to the fishes You wanna be chummy,
But you know what it beez, You really pests, honey
I don't wanna talk unless it's about money
But actions speak louder than words, so all that talk's nothing
When you talk to me, it better be with respect
Cause when I swing my joint quick, it might break your f*cking neck
When I run my game lit, man they call that shit the press
That's why they really gotta duck when I move it to the left
Don't stress on me, homie, get a check
Tryna flex on me, dude, you a mess
All that dick measuring, I ain't impressed
Man I'm blessed, I can put that shit to rest
People out for themselves, ain't nobody I can trust
They say they wish you well and then throw you under a bus
I don't come out of my shell cause I expect to get crushed
The ones that don't bail burn you for green like a dutch
Lean on them like a crutch until they bend and break
Nobody's who it seems when it comes to cake
You can't keep up with me, you need to pump your brakes
Haters claim they want beef until you raise the stakes
And you ain't got what it takes, so just back off
Admit it, you're not like me, you a slack off
Acting like you all gassed up when you bagged off
But I only drop the pump to let the mack off
When you talk to me, it better be with respect
Cause when I swing my joint quick, it might break your f*cking neck
When I front my game lit, man they call that shit the press
That's why they really gotta duck when I move it to the left
Don't stress on me, homie, get a check
Tryna flex on me, dude, you a mess
All that dick measuring, I ain't impressed
Man I'm blessed, I can put that shit to rest
Swanging in my own lane
I don't need no drip because I stand out like a nose ring
Working on this grip so I can finally say I own things
Tired of this rent, I need some property and gold chains
Living off this gift, I get gains like I lift
But I really ain't swole
Grip grain in the whip, but still you can't roll
Man my wallet kinda thin, so my money can't roll
But if your Ice below ten, is it really that cold
Been Bumps in the road never slow down
Bounce back like Rogaine, switch the profile
Real talk, you ain't know, better know now
When I speak, I'm Joe Rogan, hella low down
When you talk to me, it better be with respect
Cause when I swing my joint quick, it might break your f*cking neck
When I RunMy Game lit, man they call that shit the press
That's why they really gotta duck when I move it to the left
Don't stress on me, homie, get a check
Tryna flex on me, dude, you a mess
All that dick measuring, I ain't impressed
Man I'm blessed, I can put that shit to rest