It's good for the soul
Blood naked like the leek, deaf walk the streets
I go daily on the beat, hoes want the meat
I've been the best, hit your chest, you no longer breathe
Roll up like long sleeves, I'm a pop ya homie
Can't pinch the whip, cause I always got the chop on me
The dick got the bitch foaming like I gave her rabies
Please, can I have another hit
Maybe
Think you know me, pick my brain, I grew a money tree
They throwin' shade, but lookin' for some shade up under me
Roll up on you with the toolie, we got lots to gain
We want your life, pop your brain, f*ck your watch and chain
Johnny Trash, leave the blood where your hair belong
I let my bitch split your wig like a hair salon
I don't care for long, better get it while you can
God damn, I don't care for long, better get it while you can
Before I flip the script like hourglasses with the sand
Down under, I shake the ground, loud thunder
One punch to your jaw, use the ground, hug her
Johnny Trash, that's my name, don't wear it out
I heard you bitches yackin' heads, show me where to mouth
The dick got the bitch foaming like I gave her rabies
Please, can I have another hit
Maybe
Lead the minds, don't the rhymes, this is victory
Epiphanies, make them want to smoke, it's clear for me
Live for me, sky high, this is love
Drugs on me, no friends, where the love go
Lead the minds, don't the rhymes, this is victory
Epiphanies, make them want to smoke, it's clear for me
Live for me, sky high, this is love
Drugs on me, no friends, where the love go
Sky high, drugs low, where the love go
Where the love go, drugs low, sky high, where the love go
Please can I have another hit
We do what the f*ck we gotta do, man
By any means
Ain't that right
We take care of our shit
You think I like this shit
You think I want to spend the rest of my life pimping your pimple country ass
Well not me
I f*cking hate you
I hate this shit
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It's good for the soul
Blood naked like the leek, deaf walk the streets
I go daily on the beat, hoes want the meat
I've been the best, hit your chest, you no longer breathe
Roll up like long sleeves, I'm a pop ya homie
Can't pinch the whip, cause I always got the chop on me
The dick got the bitch foaming like I gave her rabies
Please, can I have another hit
Maybe
Think you know me, pick my brain, I grew a money tree
They throwin' shade, but lookin' for some shade up under me
Roll up on you with the toolie, we got lots to gain
We want your life, pop your brain, f*ck your watch and chain
Johnny Trash, leave the blood where your hair belong
I let my bitch split your wig like a hair salon
I don't care for long, better get it while you can
God damn, I don't care for long, better get it while you can
Before I flip the script like hourglasses with the sand
Down under, I shake the ground, loud thunder
One punch to your jaw, use the ground, hug her
Johnny Trash, that's my name, don't wear it out
I heard you bitches yackin' heads, show me where to mouth
The dick got the bitch foaming like I gave her rabies
Please, can I have another hit
Maybe
Lead the minds, don't the rhymes, this is victory
Epiphanies, make them want to smoke, it's clear for me
Live for me, sky high, this is love
Drugs on me, no friends, where the love go
Lead the minds, don't the rhymes, this is victory
Epiphanies, make them want to smoke, it's clear for me
Live for me, sky high, this is love
Drugs on me, no friends, where the love go
Sky high, drugs low, where the love go
Where the love go, drugs low, sky high, where the love go
Please can I have another hit
We do what the f*ck we gotta do, man
By any means
Ain't that right
We take care of our shit
You think I like this shit
You think I want to spend the rest of my life pimping your pimple country ass
Well not me
I f*cking hate you
I hate this shit
Blood naked like the leek, deaf walk the streets
I go daily on the beat, hoes want the meat
I've been the best, hit your chest, you no longer breathe
Roll up like long sleeves, I'm a pop ya homie
Can't pinch the whip, cause I always got the chop on me
The dick got the bitch foaming like I gave her rabies
Please, can I have another hit
Maybe
Think you know me, pick my brain, I grew a money tree
They throwin' shade, but lookin' for some shade up under me
Roll up on you with the toolie, we got lots to gain
We want your life, pop your brain, f*ck your watch and chain
Johnny Trash, leave the blood where your hair belong
I let my bitch split your wig like a hair salon
I don't care for long, better get it while you can
God damn, I don't care for long, better get it while you can
Before I flip the script like hourglasses with the sand
Down under, I shake the ground, loud thunder
One punch to your jaw, use the ground, hug her
Johnny Trash, that's my name, don't wear it out
I heard you bitches yackin' heads, show me where to mouth
The dick got the bitch foaming like I gave her rabies
Please, can I have another hit
Maybe
Lead the minds, don't the rhymes, this is victory
Epiphanies, make them want to smoke, it's clear for me
Live for me, sky high, this is love
Drugs on me, no friends, where the love go
Lead the minds, don't the rhymes, this is victory
Epiphanies, make them want to smoke, it's clear for me
Live for me, sky high, this is love
Drugs on me, no friends, where the love go
Sky high, drugs low, where the love go
Where the love go, drugs low, sky high, where the love go
Please can I have another hit
We do what the f*ck we gotta do, man
By any means
Ain't that right
We take care of our shit
You think I like this shit
You think I want to spend the rest of my life pimping your pimple country ass
Well not me
I f*cking hate you
I hate this shit
Writer: Johnny T
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