[Part 1: Johnny Test]
[Intro: Joseph AD]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Flyer than Pan
Sizzle the beef, let it fry in the pan
[Verse 1: Joseph AD & Jaye]
Yo
Flyer than Pan
Sizzle the beef, let it fry in the pan
Man, she all up on me while I'm high off a Xan
Likkle man take a seat 'cos your wife's in my pants
Bro I don't understand
You're broke and you're mad
All these rappers my sons so they calling me 'Dad'
My time is my money so don't call me back
In the stu with maf, smoking the pack (Facts)
Ay, I'm on a comedown, bitch leave me alone
I had to numb all my feelings to grow
Can't be holding me down so the cеiling just broke
Man I step with the firе, the fumes and the smoke (Ay, ay, ay)
[Verse 2: Jaye]
Don't fuck with these niggas, they say they the best
They treating me different, now look at the text
Got two bitches on me like I'm Johnny Test
The pill's just be hitting, it made me depressed
She giving me throat, I say it with chest
I roll for the loaf but I go for the bread
I swear in an oath, stay true 'til I'm dead
In love with the paper, you in love with the meds
[?], don't think you ahead
You better think twice, you get hit in the head
You think you can hang? Bitch, I'm not impressed
Me and Young Fort, just came with finesse
[Verse 3: Joseph AD]
I pull up at the function, quick introduction
I met her in Dully then took her to Junction
Calling her up for that quality suction
Swallow my kids, man that's not for consumption
Man, cover it up, and from a young age I've been money in-love
And your dad's making millys, you're stuck in the mud
On the beat I get silly, then fucking it up
[Part 2: Expectations]
[Verse 1: Joseph AD]
Expectations
I can't stop, we need a next day payment
Said you make big money in the T but your name's unknown to the shotters on the pavement
Stepped into the game with my creps Caucasian
Saudi boy and I'm ragin'
The way I squint my eyes when I see these pricks from afar got me looking all Asian
Basic, I could budget down on some Asics
Still go home with your main chick
Still chat shit like I made it
'Fore I get there I gotta fake it - wait it
Don't mean that I ain't real - just waiting
For money from the hits that I'm making
Shame that I coulda had more to my name if I got my fraud money and I put it in my savings (Shit, I should've put it in my savings)
[Intro: Joseph AD]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Flyer than Pan
Sizzle the beef, let it fry in the pan
[Verse 1: Joseph AD & Jaye]
Yo
Flyer than Pan
Sizzle the beef, let it fry in the pan
Man, she all up on me while I'm high off a Xan
Likkle man take a seat 'cos your wife's in my pants
Bro I don't understand
You're broke and you're mad
All these rappers my sons so they calling me 'Dad'
My time is my money so don't call me back
In the stu with maf, smoking the pack (Facts)
Ay, I'm on a comedown, bitch leave me alone
I had to numb all my feelings to grow
Can't be holding me down so the cеiling just broke
Man I step with the firе, the fumes and the smoke (Ay, ay, ay)
[Verse 2: Jaye]
Don't fuck with these niggas, they say they the best
They treating me different, now look at the text
Got two bitches on me like I'm Johnny Test
The pill's just be hitting, it made me depressed
She giving me throat, I say it with chest
I roll for the loaf but I go for the bread
I swear in an oath, stay true 'til I'm dead
In love with the paper, you in love with the meds
[?], don't think you ahead
You better think twice, you get hit in the head
You think you can hang? Bitch, I'm not impressed
Me and Young Fort, just came with finesse
[Verse 3: Joseph AD]
I pull up at the function, quick introduction
I met her in Dully then took her to Junction
Calling her up for that quality suction
Swallow my kids, man that's not for consumption
Man, cover it up, and from a young age I've been money in-love
And your dad's making millys, you're stuck in the mud
On the beat I get silly, then fucking it up
[Part 2: Expectations]
[Verse 1: Joseph AD]
Expectations
I can't stop, we need a next day payment
Said you make big money in the T but your name's unknown to the shotters on the pavement
Stepped into the game with my creps Caucasian
Saudi boy and I'm ragin'
The way I squint my eyes when I see these pricks from afar got me looking all Asian
Basic, I could budget down on some Asics
Still go home with your main chick
Still chat shit like I made it
'Fore I get there I gotta fake it - wait it
Don't mean that I ain't real - just waiting
For money from the hits that I'm making
Shame that I coulda had more to my name if I got my fraud money and I put it in my savings (Shit, I should've put it in my savings)
( Joseph AD )
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