John Lennon lyrics

[Verse 1: AK]
Ride around and I'm getting it
Aim for the stars, know the solar the limit
Relate to the gods, we were made in their image
f*ck the facades I'm just here trynna get it, ya dig
Started off finished depart all ya men
I'm a mothaf*cking menace AK ain't got no limit's
Like Pete Miller Crystal, I see clearer whistles
See nothing but street n*ggas
You don't want beef n*gga
Well least believe, n*gga
I came for all this, guess it's for me, n*gga
She used up all of her gas in the last twenty dollars and swallowed the team, n*gga
But these hoes never get nothing but nutting
That's Pimp 101, gotta teach n*ggas
But these hoes never get nothing but nutting
That's Pimp 101, gotta teach n*ggas

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
Don't need you n*ggas I'm straight
Cause most these n*ggas is fake
That true religion, my faith
Don't need no gun to my waist
But know my n*ggas don't play around
Popping up and we lay it down
b*tches f*cking all day now
Smoking like it's okay now
All my n*ggas know, if it ain't 'bout bread then vámonos
See me knock them down like dominoes
b*tches like them gods, well I suppose, whoa
Cop a pack and I’ll lay low
Finish that and I’ll reload
n*ggas Shaqqing they free throws
But I look like Kobe from three though
[Bridge: AK]
Feeling like chopper, your b*tch know I’m loaded
That pus*y can’t lock me up, cause I destroy it
Winners still pocket, I just might employ it
I shoot her free rockets and show that she loyal
High like a carpet I touch down, they moist
I collect all my profits and then I enjoy
Dead to the gossip, my brain only process
Broccoli and that pasta, bring it to ya boy

[Hook: Issa Gold]
Let’s go get it, young John Lennon
n*gga better kill me to stop my message
Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings
Run up on me, n*ggas gonna get deaded
Let’s go get it, young John Lennon
n*gga better kill me to stop my message
Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings
Run up on me, n*ggas gonna get deaded

[Verse 3: AK]
Hit 'em up and I keep going
Change the game, call it cheat code
I been taking trips, counting lotta chips
Got my wallet thick where my meat go
Swerve, swerve, pull up, Deebo
Put in work, work, that’s a cheat code
And I’m fresher than Designer, my n*gga
Address me “your Highness”, my n*gga
We blowing the finest, my n*gga
I’m just being honest
I’m high like a comet, my n*gga
Come get your girl cause I’m here for the kill
She wanna watch DBZ and just chill
But I ain’t wasting my time, that’s for real
Tell her to skate after grinding my rail
Secret is skate hitting L after L
Jealousy in your face, I can tell, I can tell, I can tell
[Verse 4: Issa]
Who the f*ck really relate?
f*cking rainbow hoes, don’t care 'bout they race
Pour a deuce I turn my soda to drank
Diddy dancin' all the way to the bank
Came out the gritty, n*gga that’s a fact
El Chapo batsh*t running around the map
n*gga bring liberation where we at
Money precipitating, raining wax
Energy dissipating through the masses
We blowing like Hiroshima, young disaster
I’m gifted, the Jedi prince, I’m filled with laughter
But when my lightsaber raised up, I’m a master
A poet, Van Gogh, with the words as my canvas
My message like Floyd in the ring doing damage
And word to my n*gga Freddie rapping packages
You cannot kill me, better never happening

[Bridge: AK]
Feeling like chopper, your b*tch know I’m loaded
That pus*y can’t lock me up, cause I destroy it
Winners still pocket, I just might employ it
I shoot her free rockets and show that she loyal
High like a carpet I touch down, they moist
I collect all my profits and then I enjoy
Dead to the gossip, my brain only process
Broccoli and that pasta, bring it to ya boy
[Hook: Issa Gold]
Let’s go get it, young John Lennon
n*gga better kill me to stop my message
Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings
Run up on me, n*ggas gonna get deaded
Let’s go get it, young John Lennon
n*gga better kill me to stop my message
Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings
Run up on me, n*ggas gonna get deaded