John Madden Songtext
von Drakeo the Ruler

Ooh
Sav killed it!!

Double-R truck matte black with the Forgis on it
I tried to fuck a pair of twins, I had a horny moment
Sick a nigga think we finna fight, I had 40 on me
Ten hoes tryna fuck now, I got an orgy on me
Call of duty gun, clip longer than Oprah bank account
Walkin′ up on random bitches like, "hey, can I take you out?"
Taxed dawg two hundred for a seven, took an eighthy out
Got some head from my bitch before she pushed the baby out

Used to ride around with dope all day, I'm lazy now
Probably finna hit my pregnant bitch, fuck the baby out here
Used to ain′t have eighty dollars, now I can spend eighty thousand
Why would I pay three hundred for a line and my auntiе got it?
Put your gun down, I wanna shank somebody
God blessed mе with a gift, I wanna thank somebody
Twenty niggas in a dopehouse, bro, this ain't a party
I'm tryna get dawg whacked, can I pay somebody?


Completing all my missions, I can′t die until I check the list
I just put the US White House on my right, okay
I just put the US White House on my bitch bag
The whip came off the back of the trailer, MSRP tags
With all-stars and made twenty men, I don′t do brags
The P90 break up a group just like Joe Jackson
Why you pull up doing all my drugs if you ain't ′bout action?
Tell your BD come to your pent' and we gon′ toetag him

They found an awful lot of guns in my mama couch
He be talkin' to the pigs, tryna run his mouth
I done bought Percs and blues from your mama house
I done sold more syrup than the Waffle House
These Givenchy on my feet when it′s not the Sketchers
You lil' broke bitch need to stop tryna give me lectures
I fucked her for an hour off the Perc', I felt I had to bless her
Big 40 on my hipbone, nigga, I′m not no wrestler

I just had to put my foot down, I′m a ho slapper
Slammed him in his brand-new shoes, I'm a toe-tagger
Told him if he reach, I′ma teach, he got shot faster
Slammed a pussy nigga on a boat for a Yachtmaster
Blew him out his boots, then we came for his socks after
Bitch got out of line, yes indeed, nigga, I slapped her
Flashin' gold bottles in the club, nigga, not Magnum
Sixteen felons up in coupes, we are not rapppers


Nigga, stop laughin′
You never seen a hundred thousand cash, nigga, stop cappin'
I just put my wrist up in the air, we are not braggin′
I just did the greatest playcall, bitch, I'm John Madden