Johnny Bravo Remake

Yeah, you know I got the mute, yeah I got a glock and you know I’mma shoot Yeah it’s time to groove Yeah, you got to move You know Brute-us, y’all getting paid, y’all get a check Shoot my shot what’s next Y’all niggas getting so pressed At school, I passed my test Got to get dressed, I pull out I nut on her breast R.I.P. to Ryan’s dad, we goin’ so sad, and I’m getting so sad Yuh, I’m running on the track F*ck with him, you gonna get smacked Why y’all niggas get so mad? F*ck yo bitch and I hop in the back Too hard, not to brag Y’all niggas be bitches, y’all niggas be fags I get the cash, and I get the bag I’m a child, let’s play tag Me and Ryan, yeah we smoking on gas F*ck everything I did in the past And I asked him, “What you doin’” You got a clue-in And you gotta come in, f*ck, bitch, let’s get into it Yeah, yo baby’s gonna boot it I gotta get mitch, in bouquet Niggas be, fruity, built like a gummy, getting the money, Sticks Yuh huh, huh, huh With the stick, I’m walking ‘round with your bitch Yeah she sucking my dick, I’m Kashhh, nigga never miss (uh) Smell like fish, (uh) waste of dick, you smell like shit Go get a bag, stop tryna be rich I found all my clothes in the bottom of the cliff Yeah, Johnny Bravo, Good job, bucko Driving SICKO (mode) You cannot hang with the bros Yo head, yo dome You wanna fight, oh no You dead, be gone She tryna fight, yeah she dead be gone I ain’t do nothin’ wrong, yeah I’m kind of strong Drench yo bitch all in cologne Yeah some commas, so that is a cone Michael Jackson, leave me alone Not fuckin’ with you so leave me alone Yeah, she claiming that I’m mad, in reality i’m sad It’s not my fault, I miss my dad These niggas be cat, I’m talking hat Okay boomer, I really think you a shooter, yo mama work at Hooters, I’m really finna call me an Uber Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, I pull up in a scooter I’m teaching nigga, as a shooter I’m bootin’ that nigga, wassup I don’t care about you, I don’t give a f*ck If you wanna fight, then wassup If you wanna fight, then look tough Leaving with me, you gone get sent up And I ain’t playing games, you know wassup Imma call you undertaker, cause you are a demon No, i’m not a blood but I’m banging that ribbon I’m a star nigga call me Patrick If you want me, bitch you had it So calm down, nigga not yo daddy Real shit, nigga I’m not yo papi