Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Johnnie
Lil Johnnie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Eric Westphal
John Eric Westphal
Songwriter

Lyrics

I be high like an alien
They look at me like an alien
Swear my plug look Arabian
Outta town, outta state, that's where i'm staying man
Woke up this morning with my phone froze from the texts
Two hundred messages like, "Johnnie what's next?"
I can't even keep up with the conversations
They just like to talk, I like to demonstrate it
I just split a deuce up with my little lady
Tried to pour a four she said, "You fuckin' crazy"
I ain't really crazy, you know how I get down
But bitch you ever play me you'll be lost and found
I don't look up to nobody but myself
And I don't give a fuck if it ain't bout my wealth
And you can't be around if you bad for my health
Swear these mofuckas they just headed south
I got the true demeanor of a real leaner
Ice water water baby look like Aquafina
Swear them bitches hidden, see em' way up in the bleachers
Bitch I be my own boss, I don't hang with leeches
Side arm just like Brett Favre
Cook 'em with the left arm, scrapin' out the mofuckin' teflon
Watch that lean get stepped on
Like my lean get stepped on
Ey, know that chopper stay with me
Rifle with a rag on my head, looking Arabian
Blowing all this moon rock, feeling just like an alien
Something like a handyman, 'cause that hammer stay on hip
Coke on the passport came from making flips
One-stop-shop on the block, we got all type of shit
Ey, me and Johnnie got your bitch stuffing woods
Give her this pole one time and I can fuck for good
Then I send her on the road, have her bussin juugs
**** always want a handout, bitch you a fuckin' scrub
Making cash from Toledo to the D
You won't see me on a track with him if he ain't in the streets
Written by: John Eric Westphal
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