Johnny Storm Lyrics

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Opposition fallen soldiers

Get to morning like alonzo

When I'm in my feelings

Put them runtz up in my fronto

Foreign really with it

Step on niggas like he draymond

And my head ain't right

Johnny storm turn my flame on

Foreign get to cooking

Like he Steph

Don't got no crock pot

Opp niggas don't make sense

They doing drills in a drop top

Shorty way to easy

I put our sex tape on her laptop

I can never rock with broke boys

That don't make sense

I can't hang with greedy niggas

Them boys love to fake flex

I walk in the bank

I'm flexing racks on my bicep

That bitch thought she wifey

Left that bitch right on my door step

Nigga tried to snake me

Like I didn't hear his foot steps

Forty in my hand

It's locked and loaded

Shoot his tricep

That boy he ain't with it

He tote guns just for I G

And my lil bitch so pretty

She do make up like she kylie

These niggas really phony

Trying to cross me like he kyrie

Like lil bro trying to cut through the back door

He found that opp boy

Lil bro get to scoring on that nigga

Like brandon roy

Opp nigga told me set up my lil homie

I said what you mean

Don't run

Don't trip

Shoes untied hoping that he trip

If he talk then he drop

He trying to run shoot him in his back

I'm from the a where the shit get real

I was forteen stressing for a meal

What you gonna do

My aim is O D

I float like a butterfly

Sting like a bee

Like and my migo homie

He do drills for the pesos

And these niggas treat me like I'm simon

do as I say so

You think that she wifey but she with me

And she fucking me

Niggas really pussy

That boy saw me got to ducking me

Like that boy saw me got to ducking me