Running with the Rolodex I gotta fold my deck

Young Johnny went and hit the golden set

Head in the clouds he a nervous wreckThese toters they moving they eating my payroll check

Diamond apology you better know

We in a ruined economy though

Snitches be popping, I′m popping a cap in their neck, slap em, toss em like dough

Yeah bitch I chill on the canopy, you stuffed 6 feet like a can of meat

Your bands and your whips, stripped from your grip

Kiss em goodbye as I press the delete

Bring up the chair, tied by the hair, turn check the flop better send up a prayer

Sounding the flare, Johhny beware, Johhny beware cuz now Johhny be dead!

One in the slot

Two in the Glock

Three in the chamber you ain't finna talk

Four with the ice

Five with the guys

Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice

One in the slot

Two in the Glock

Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk

Four on this ice

Five with the guys

Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice

Yeah, I'll fuck all your bitches and leave you with stitches and premonitions

Knife from the kitchen, painkiller addiction turn you to Christian

God cannot save you I'll find and detain you don′t get suspicious

Fucked up in plain view your crew will forsake you now where′s your riches

Johnny beware you're a millionaire

Loot all your riches and get it declared

Pull out your hair till you′re gasping for air

Fuck up your torso and leave you despaired

Slash you up, grizzly bear

On your breath, you say a prayer

Leave your life in fucking tatters till you're finished by the chair

One in the slot

Two in the Glock

Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk

Four with the ice

Five with the guys

Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice

One in the slot

Two in the Glock

Three in the chamber you ain't finna talk

Four on this ice

Five with the guys

Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice

I guess hai mera time to shine, Muh baand rakh bhai mat kar tu whine

Side piece mere waist par lag raha fine, Say hello to my little friend it′s a nine

Like Frank Sheeran paint turpentine, Laal rang behta jaise bloodline

Neeche lucy bajta drumline, Six second shots like it's shooting a vine (Haan)

Johnny be Good, 101 takka tu pateli karna chhahta hai par end meintere sir mein wood

Straight from the AR-15 no kickback unlike Prophit when he's fucking chugging Vermouth, Gaandugiri kam kar chutiye seedha baith nahi toh tere ko banaunga bhooth

Fuck it Cody put him straight in the boot

One in the slot

Two in the Glock

Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk

Four with the ice

Five with the guys

Six in your head Johnny roll like a dice

One in the slot

Two in the Glock

Three in the chamber you ain′t finna talk

Four on this ice

Five with the guys

Six in your head Johnny roll like a