John Deere Lyrics

Yeah, on God fosho

Man ain't no cap up in my rap

And that's a, fact, yeah

Yeah, yeah, Yeah

Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)

Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack

Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back

Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap

Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)

Like only Jah knows (Na na na)

Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)

We cannot fuck

Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)

Close the back door

That homie ain't really ya nigga

On a drill with my dog

He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)

But that's how it goes

Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)

I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch

Red rum in my head (On God)

John Deere on the brick and my chain

My family thinks that I changed (On God)

Give her dick now she screamin' my name

Know she just wanna fuck cause my chains

I'm from the Lane, shit get insane

Never thought I'd see my mom holding brains (On God)

I seen some bodies, yeah (Bop bop bop bop)

Like JB I just wanna shoot

And she ride like a Harley (On God, on God)

Yeah yeah, she blowin' me just like a flute

Locked in cell, ain't know what to do (On God)

It get crazy to tell you the truth

I can't slip got my stick in the booth

I'm on a Spike beat, bullets they spicy

She wanna blow me cause I'm a Pisces (On God)

I'm trappin' all day count the money at night (I do)

I hit the trap and I crush me a nine (I do)

Bitch don't call my phone, I'm moving pro's

Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)

Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack

Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back

Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap

Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)

Like only Jah knows (Na na na)

Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)

We cannot fuck

Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)

Close the back door

That homie ain't really ya nigga

On a drill with my dog

He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)

But that's how it goes

Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)

I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch

Red rum in my head (On God)

John Deere on the brick and my chain

My family thinks that I changed (On God)

John Deere on the brick and my chain (Eughh)

My family thinks that I changed (Yah)

Seen some bodies I can't be the same

I can't lack cause they all know my name (On God)

Don't want fame, don't want chains (I don't)

I just want get the racks for my fam

She cook a zone in a crock pot

Wearin' a crop top

Pull up on me you get knocked off (On God)

Yeah, yeah

Some niggas will change for the fame but I won't

I'm sorry mom gotta roll with a chrome (I do)

Niggas is dyin' I'm tryna make it home (On God)

Yeah, yeah, I know that you prayin' for me

Real life thug, I got a grudge

Pull up on me you get bun (Ya dead)

Hot like the sun

Broski might kick in yo' door for the pack (On God)

Wish I brought my glizzy wish I didn't lack

Tug on her hair when she throwin' it back

Missed my moms birthday was stuck in the trap

Took a L on my pro's (Yeah)

Like only Jah knows (Na na na)

Bad bitch she watchin' her calories (Na na na)

We cannot fuck

Because bitch you's a fan of me (Na na na)

Close the back door

That homie ain't really ya nigga

On a drill with my dog

He will not touch the trigga (Foreal)

But that's how it goes

Some niggas ain't made for this (On God)

I got a stainless kid, might leave a stain lil bitch

Red rum in my head (On God)

John Deere on the brick and my chain

My family thinks that I changed (On God)