johnny cinco

You got a gangbanging bitch
She a nurse, she gave me lean for the pandemic, bitch
SRT, it be spinning, I can't handle the wheel
She see I got money and started tripping, I think that lil' bitch want a tip
And she say she don't like me but that's not what I think
'Cause she keep on DM-ing me and she not off no drank
And the color of the lean still the same, it's still pink
I might legally change my name, I might change it to Ben Frank
And I hop out the Tesla, got the trunk in the front
She say, what I want for dinner? But she ate me up for lunch
All these guns, got a motherfucking bunch
If you see a realer rapper that is not my Dutch
Chop shooting, no pistol, no Lutz
I gotta learn how to fucking love, [?]
Dropped outta school smoking A plus, in a foreign, used to be on the bus
Just like she eating food and drinking juice I used to put this shit in her gut
How much that chain was? Not that much 'cause eight bands to me ain't none
Hit her lil' pussy, it wasn't none, my bitch a demon like the nun
She real seductive, make me cum
She giving top, make a nigga numb
Get so much brain that it make me dumb
Ayy, the bootyhole with the thumb
Ayy, the pussyhole with the tongue
I pour up Patron now I'm up to something
She call me bae, baby, and hun
She got a sweet tooth want a honey bun
My Glock don't play so don't play with that gun (Huh)
Don't trust shit, not even the day one
Fuck losing, bitch, we already won (On gang)
Fuck spinning 'cause my niggas still spun
Fuck karma, I'ma roll up a blunt
You act like a female one morn', lil' bitch, lil' bitch
I wasn't born yesterday, [?], lil' bitch, bitch
I know that you love me, you ain't even done though (Lil' bitch)
You know that I smoke gas like a skunk, hoe (Uh-huh)
If you wanna front I ain't buying you frontal
Stand up for the trap, nigga, Johnny Cinco
You know I rap, nigga, for a bankroll
Know I got locked down and I ain't told
It's 'cause you a bitch, nigga, man, I can't fold
Stand up for the trap, nigga, Johnny Cinco
I bet that I'm scarfaced, but I ain't though
Living this shit like it's no tomorrow
Good heart but I still want sorrow
It's 'cause you a bitch, nigga, man, I can't fold
Stand up for the trap, nigga, Johnny Cinco