Got a new Tommy hommy aye
Run in ya house kawakaze aye
Yo gotti in a Masee aye
Run up I'm catching a body aye
You know we call it a hommy aye
Bullets go right through your mentals aye
Bullets hit you in your dentals aye
Yea
I think I'm going insane
Bullets hit you in your brain
Never change Johnny Dane
I swear yall look like a eight
I run up and flex swear to god you go die
All of my niggas they carry the post
You better run when we aim at yo neck
Bullets we carry go straight to you vest
You think that it's funny I carry the tech
Don't ask me no more I ain't reppin no set
Ballin and shootin three's at the rec
All of my bullets hit you in yo chest
I really don't know I guess keep a vest
I'm gettin this money its no type of rest
Pull up on me and I spray like a pest
Look at you now you done started some mess
Yea
I'm not bout that drama you know you see me
I if I find out I hit you with the semi
Dress up in all black like I'm bindy
Hop in my car and pull off with the Wendys
Foriegn car in my yard no renting
Pull up to your yard start denting
Broke boys they mad I'm winning
Ex-girl she left no missing gone
All of yall niggas is wack
F*ckin yo bitch from the back
We run a train on her tracks
Young nigga I get the racks
We got some beef we go handle that
Pull up on me and I keep a mack
Crossiing niggas like I'm kyrie
Tokyo up in a mazi
Is it just me or am I a demon walking the path for all of my Heaton's
You see the stain all of my body
You niggas hate kawakaze
Ouu yeah
Don't worry about me I'm catchin hotties
All on my body I Know You See Me Knocking look at the tree all of the green
Is it a bean Hell no it's me
Flexing on my exes cuz that's so reckless
I'm the real Dirty Dan not the middleman
I'm the real Dirty Dan
Oouu yea
Just a young it out her stunt'n
Making money count for nothing
You was bluffing get to ducking
See me coming you know nothing
Ha that's funny you a lame
Nigga Get Right Out My Face
I got that heat out let it spray
Just like Mace I bring the pain
Hell why you always braging bout a bitch ain't bring you macky
Dont worry bout me cause you know I got that slappy
Before hand so I don't gotta tell you the truth
We caught you lackin
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Got a new Tommy hommy aye
Run in ya house kawakaze aye
Yo gotti in a Masee aye
Run up I'm catching a body aye
You know we call it a hommy aye
Bullets go right through your mentals aye
Bullets hit you in your dentals aye
Yea
I think I'm going insane
Bullets hit you in your brain
Never change Johnny Dane
I swear yall look like a eight
I run up and flex swear to god you go die
All of my niggas they carry the post
You better run when we aim at yo neck
Bullets we carry go straight to you vest
You think that it's funny I carry the tech
Don't ask me no more I ain't reppin no set
Ballin and shootin three's at the rec
All of my bullets hit you in yo chest
I really don't know I guess keep a vest
I'm gettin this money its no type of rest
Pull up on me and I spray like a pest
Look at you now you done started some mess
Yea
I'm not bout that drama you know you see me
I if I find out I hit you with the semi
Dress up in all black like I'm bindy
Hop in my car and pull off with the Wendys
Foriegn car in my yard no renting
Pull up to your yard start denting
Broke boys they mad I'm winning
Ex-girl she left no missing gone
All of yall niggas is wack
F*ckin yo bitch from the back
We run a train on her tracks
Young nigga I get the racks
We got some beef we go handle that
Pull up on me and I keep a mack
Crossiing niggas like I'm kyrie
Tokyo up in a mazi
Is it just me or am I a demon walking the path for all of my Heaton's
You see the stain all of my body
You niggas hate kawakaze
Ouu yeah
Don't worry about me I'm catchin hotties
All on my body I Know You See Me Knocking look at the tree all of the green
Is it a bean Hell no it's me
Flexing on my exes cuz that's so reckless
I'm the real Dirty Dan not the middleman
I'm the real Dirty Dan
Oouu yea
Just a young it out her stunt'n
Making money count for nothing
You was bluffing get to ducking
See me coming you know nothing
Ha that's funny you a lame
Nigga Get Right Out My Face
I got that heat out let it spray
Just like Mace I bring the pain
Hell why you always braging bout a bitch ain't bring you macky
Dont worry bout me cause you know I got that slappy
Before hand so I don't gotta tell you the truth
We caught you lackin
Run in ya house kawakaze aye
Yo gotti in a Masee aye
Run up I'm catching a body aye
You know we call it a hommy aye
Bullets go right through your mentals aye
Bullets hit you in your dentals aye
Yea
I think I'm going insane
Bullets hit you in your brain
Never change Johnny Dane
I swear yall look like a eight
I run up and flex swear to god you go die
All of my niggas they carry the post
You better run when we aim at yo neck
Bullets we carry go straight to you vest
You think that it's funny I carry the tech
Don't ask me no more I ain't reppin no set
Ballin and shootin three's at the rec
All of my bullets hit you in yo chest
I really don't know I guess keep a vest
I'm gettin this money its no type of rest
Pull up on me and I spray like a pest
Look at you now you done started some mess
Yea
I'm not bout that drama you know you see me
I if I find out I hit you with the semi
Dress up in all black like I'm bindy
Hop in my car and pull off with the Wendys
Foriegn car in my yard no renting
Pull up to your yard start denting
Broke boys they mad I'm winning
Ex-girl she left no missing gone
All of yall niggas is wack
F*ckin yo bitch from the back
We run a train on her tracks
Young nigga I get the racks
We got some beef we go handle that
Pull up on me and I keep a mack
Crossiing niggas like I'm kyrie
Tokyo up in a mazi
Is it just me or am I a demon walking the path for all of my Heaton's
You see the stain all of my body
You niggas hate kawakaze
Ouu yeah
Don't worry about me I'm catchin hotties
All on my body I Know You See Me Knocking look at the tree all of the green
Is it a bean Hell no it's me
Flexing on my exes cuz that's so reckless
I'm the real Dirty Dan not the middleman
I'm the real Dirty Dan
Oouu yea
Just a young it out her stunt'n
Making money count for nothing
You was bluffing get to ducking
See me coming you know nothing
Ha that's funny you a lame
Nigga Get Right Out My Face
I got that heat out let it spray
Just like Mace I bring the pain
Hell why you always braging bout a bitch ain't bring you macky
Dont worry bout me cause you know I got that slappy
Before hand so I don't gotta tell you the truth
We caught you lackin
Writer: Antonio Nunnally, Ryan Sherrod
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid