Blow the Whistle (BabyJohn) [Bonus Track] Lyrics

Baby tryna fuck, but I ain't tryna fuck these ones up

Bitch, I keep a choppa, I could never put these guns up

Send 'em to the doctor, let the doctor fix his face

We don't even know who shot ya, bitch, I'm blinded wit these shades

Bitch, I'm movin' wit the pacc, oh yes, I gotta get it gone

We ain't aimin at his chest, we pull up, aim it at his dome

Yeah and shoutout that boy, Wayloe, man, I'm glad you home and free

We gon' stack up on these pounds, if you get down wit NNB

Draco, hundred rounds, I love the sound, get down when it release

Yeah, no, foldin now, we close you down, skip town, we run the streets

When we move the pack, you know that shit go in and out the door

Girl that ass is fat, she throw it back, she nasty on the pole

Yeah, they hate that I'm flexer cause I'm stealin' all the lime light

Bitch, I'm a finesser, and you know I'm in my prime right ?

MJ, 23, I got the team up on my back

Bitch, this scope it got a beam, it make you scream

Ain't holdin' back

If that bitch ain't on her shit, then that lil bitch can't get a lyft

Call her uber, ship her out, she don't put dick up on her lips

Bitch, you know my heart on fire and now I'm rollin in the deep

Name ya price, come cop a deal, this shit get real up these streets

Couple niggas tried to pick, I threw a 6, just like I'm Brady

Bitch, we known to flip a bird, I serve it up and cook wit gravy

Nails done, hair laid, Ain't gotta worry bout my bae

Don't give a fuck bout what you said, I let this choppa eat his face

Could never lose, I count the blues, won't flex the cash if it ain't Frank

All this gas up in my lungs, I'm smokin' shit that leave ya stank

He ain't cool, we drop the roof, pull up wit sticks and air 'em out

All these racks up on my bed it be too hard for me to count

Diamonds on my neck, so when you see me, bitch, I'm 3D

Bust down all the chains, got all this ice, got all these VVs

Baby want a dawg, just want the jaws, just want the throat

Told you this is law, you want the god, you want the goat

Said he dropped the lo, we up his block and then we spin that

Told you I was dope, my diamonds choke, lil bitch I been that

Brodie got some nerve, he hit a lick that's wit his mask off

JB wit the wicks, I get you lit, and then I blast off

I be really speedin', I'mma demon in that trackhawk

We gon strike 'em, out, We knock 'em down, call that a fast ball

Count the green, Forever me, lil bitch, I'm 3 FOR3V3R

Yeah, we rollin Ps, we rollin' deep, ho get yo shit together