John Madden

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Verse 1: RMC Mike] Double-R truck matte black with the Forgis on it I tried to fuck a pair of twins, I had a horny moment Sick a nigga think we finna fight, I had 40 on me Ten hoes tryna fuck now, I got an orgy on me Call of Duty gun, clip longer than Oprah bank account Walkin' up on random bitches like, "Hey, can I take you out?" Taxed dawg two hundred for a seven, took an eighthy out Got some head from my bitch before she pushed the baby out [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Used to ride around with dope all day, I'm lazy now Probably finna hit my pregnant bitch, fuck the baby out her Used to ain't have eighty dollars, now I can spend eighty thousand Why would I pay three hundred for a line and my auntie got it? Put your gun down, I wanna shank somеbody God blessed me with a gift, I wanna thank somеbody Twenty niggas in a dopehouse, bro, this ain't a party I'm tryna get dawg whacked, can I pay somebody? [Verse 3: Lil Yachty] Completing all my missions, I can't die until I check the list I just put the US White House on my right, okay I just put the US White House on my bitch bag The whip came off the back of the trailer, MSRP tags With all-stars and made twenty million, I don't do brags The P90 break up a group just like Joe Jackson Why you pull up doing all my drugs if you ain't 'bout action? Tell your BD come to your pent' and we gon' toetag him [Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug] They found an awful lot of guns in my mama couch He be talkin' to the pigs, tryna run his mouth I done bought Percs and blues from your mama house I done sold more syrup than the Waffle House These Givenchy on my feet when it's not the Sketchers You lil' broke bitch need to stop tryna give me lectures I fucked her for an hour off the Perc', I felt I had to bless her Big 40 on my hipbone, nigga, I'm not no wrestler [Verse 5: Drakeo the Ruler] I just had to put my foot down, I'm a ho slapper Slammed him in his brand-new shoes, I'm a toe-tagger Told him if he reach, I'ma teach, he got shot faster Slammed a pussy nigga on a boat for a Yachtmaster Blew him out his boots, then we came for his socks after Bitch got out of line, yes indeed, nigga, I slapped her Flashin' gold bottles in the club, nigga, not Magnum Sixteen felons up in coupes, we are not rapppers Nigga, stop laughin' You never seen a hundred thousand cash, nigga, stop cappin' I just put my wrist up in the air, we are not braggin' I just did the greatest playcall, bitch, I'm John Madden