John Madden

(álbum: We Know The Truth - 2020)

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[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
Walking 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

[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 here
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 somebody
God blessed me with a gift, I wanna thank somebody
Twenty niggas in a dopehouse, bro, this ain't a party
I'm tryna get dawg whacked, can I pay somebody?

[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 men, 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

[Ralfy The Plug:]
They found an awful lot of guns in my mama couch
He be talking 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

[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
Flashing gold bottles in the club, nigga, not Magnum
Sixteen felons up in coupes, we are not rapppers
Nigga, stop laughing
You never seen a hundred thousand cash, nigga, stop capping
I just put my wrist up in the air, we are not bragging
I just did the greatest playcall, bitch, I'm John Madden