Dwayne Johnson Lyrics

I got bands in my pocket

Plus a Benz i ain't walking

On the gram I'm money talking

Don't got friends they all be flogging

Think he sick he in a coffin

We keep clips like that man Robert

Dinero I need my profits

Rock yo block like Dwayne Johnson

Stop that talking

Glock inside my britches

I ain't stressing about no bitches

Quidditch all these niggas snitching

Send you to Jehovah you a witness

He dead and gone what's the difference

Stretch a nigga i ain't talking fitness

Let that chop off like

Wake up every morning

All I think about is money

Before I brush my teeth

I look at a brand new hundred

Flame up get baked like a muffin

Grab my heat like it's the oven

Need all the blues like a crip

But I don't call niggas cousin

Look who coming

Fuck it's fucking 12

I ain't trying to go to jail

Writing letters reading mail

I can't get caught you bet not tell

Heaven sent but I'm in hell

Smell the scent when I inhale

Want smoke he not breathing well

Hands up he not leavin here

On baby Here I am with the gang

Riding smoking Swerving lane to lane

Old squad had the nerve to say I changed mad they wasn't trying to succeed

So I rerouted found a different lane

Now we living different lives

But them niggas we been the same

I'll wet a nigga block like my name Aang

Want a piece of this

You a Kit-Kat

You a bitch

Get kidnapped duct tape around yo wrist

My Glock a male so I won't miss

What he gone tell he ain't got no lips

Sow em shut he can't keep em zipped

Let off the chop and sprained my wrist

Unless it's my clothes i ain't changing shit

I got bands in my pocket

Plus a Benz I ain't walking

On the gram I'm money talking

Don't got friends they all be flogging

Think he sick he in a coffin

We keep clips like that man Robert

Dinero I need my profits

Rock yo block like Dwayne Johnson

17 inside my Wesson

He want beef but keep on texting

I'll break my foot off in his rectum

Mad me and his bitch been sexing

But it's a misunderstanding

i ain't penetrate I ain't romantic

She give me throat I put it on camera

Snatch my soul like Danny phantom

4 5 my Glock

Play you get popped

Dwayne rock yo block

Insane need a doc

This ain't 8 mile but I'll pop a doc

I ain't little wayne but boy I'm hot

They say I'm insane I think out the box

Niggas come up dead soon as my chop come out the box

Come round my way

Gun sounds we make

Gunned down he lay

No we won't leave no trace

Solo campaign

Tone be the name

I ain't giving no head niggas want my brain

Going out Montana if you want my chain

I'm ready to crash better stay in yo lane

I'm on a nigga ass like a pair of Hanes

I ain't using no mask he can see my face

He ain't gone care when his life is erased

Might as well call me Morgan i ain't leaving no trace

Smack a bitch hard as fuck knock off the whole lace

I'm J.P. Morgan on a high speed

I don't want no case

I got bands in my pocket

Plus a Benz i aint walking

On the gram I'm money talking

Don't got friends they all be flogging

Think he sick he in a coffin

We keep clips like that man Robert

Dinero I need my profits

Rock yo block like Dwayne Johnson

I got bands in my pocket

Plus a Benz i ain't walking

On the gram I'm money talking

Don't got friends they all be flogging

Think he sick he in a coffin

We keep clips like that man Robert

Ian wrestling no nigga

Still a rock yo block like Dwayne Johnson