Johnny Danger - YFN Lyrics

Been peepin' game from far away just like a nosebleed
I call'em out without a doubt
You can't expose me
If I'm sick, might smoke a vick
Don't do the codeine
And OD, you niggas sound like some dope fiends
I'm not complacent
Ain't no fakin' when yo game potent
I change motions, whip the grain
You just a lame homie
I ain't jokin', wantin' smoke?
Bitch you ain't blowin'
I came focused, if she ain't
That mean she ain't rollin'
See me and broski
Do the most
We just them niggas with shits
What's yo desire?
Let's get higher
I'm plier with the grip
Might supply ya
With the finest
Just add fire to the mix
Being modest, I am HIM
I Got'em grindin' like the Clipse
Expose the fake
My crew gone give'em the real
They waiting on the game plan
So let me give'em the deal
Rule number one, don't be anxious for deals
Labels will starve you with they hands in ya meals (Mills)
Rule number 2, stop that hatin' and chill
And don't be hangin' with niggas who get round bitches and be anxious spill
They got these fans validating they skills
And I'm just patient, navigating the my wheel

This a letter to my mother would you look at ya son
A young fly nigga, just look at what I've become
My pictures are vivid
We Cut up with precision
All of my brothers persistent
Roll up & make wishes
This a letter to my mother would you look at ya son
A young fly nigga, just look at what I've become
My pictures are vivid
We Cut up with precision
All of my brothers persistent
Roll up & make wishes