JOHNNY STORM Lyrics

Wake and bake, fried chick look like she in shape

Beautiful traits, Westside shawty at Cascade love to skate

Pullin' up to the job like I run it and I'm always gon' be late

Call it a three-five down here in the A, we ain't callin' it no eighth

Go ghost for awhile and comeback, straight blazin' in that new form

Poptropica shit but it ain't no game, I really flame shit like Johnny Storm

Niggas changin' tags, actin' like that ain't a street known norm

Crazed acts got a bitch fakin' it like she that nigga Norman Osborn

Or you want a seven, gettin' that garden treatment like Melo

See dude DM ya' girl hell'a times thinkin"Man this a odd ass fellow"

Bad bitch can't stand it when you a stand up to her and tell her no

See 'em at American Deli and I bet hollows eat him up like 10-piece combo

Bet he ah' run so fast actin like his 2006 Camry got some nitro

Glock 10 transform ya' life like a bee sting or like you got hit by a Camaro

Wave at me

Like we coo

Accidentally joined yo' IG live

That informant think he real, double agent playin' both sides

Some will fake it for so long, you don't check everyone yeen' know they was a spy

Houdini magic like Mike, but you'd think I'm the goat like I'm Channing Fry

Step up to the plate, you got the lo, you thinkin' 'bout goin' in transit

Checkin' the cabinets if I got to, I ain't with that backdoor antic

Decorate the hotel room for you, nice too, bitch I'm really romantic

Holdin' by the throat, swappin' DNA as we switch our spit

Too many retwist in his head felt like he was losin' his mind

Bald spots filled with them bullets now his head gon' need a brand new design

Bitch wastin' my time like I'm not the Messenger out here makin' demands

You was finna' kill a opp, now y'all comrades, I'on know how y'all even became friends

If they lose that rock, get that paper or get hit wit' some scissors, they don't know who gon' spend

Hard to be my kin, when you and me ain't even got the same views

Bro want the convertible, Imma want the cat to make them dreams true

Quiet in the hotbox cause I want li' shawty to take the top off the corkscrew

His weed powdered, I ain't see him smoke it during the inspection

Trynna' hand me off that shit by nine, if I took I'd be dead by 10

Winners vs. losers, you strive hard you'll be destined to win

You can be in the tropics like Jamaica as they rub that lotion on yo' skin

Workin' out too much but ain't eatin' enough, that's why you so thin

Like the blue devil when it comes to the clutchin' that shit, cookin like Quinn