Текст песни Good Form - Remix - Adam John

Yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Your bitch swinging from my dick she doin pull ups
You aint on my level bring the stool up
She slid in my DM'S she like hola
Chewin on that pussy with my molars
She tat my name on it I'm the owner
Plus I got a girl but she like so what
She bisexual and don't give no fucks
Cuz I be the BZ B, BZ B? who the fuck is you
Uh Adam John bitch I do what I wanna do
Couple bad bitches no longer in love with you
Plus they aint got much to do so they said they coming through
Sicker than stomach flu, yea I got a ton of loot
Barbie bitches hardly rich, so guess who they all coming to
I fuck bitches like it's my Job
Met this little thottie at the IHop
She was really ugly like a cyclops
Asked her for her digits she said why not (Yea why not)
Tick Tick, she about to blow
Said she got a man I'm like he don't gotta know
Aint a place up on the map that we aint gonna go
Aint a spot up on her body she aint gonna show
Look at that boy glow, diamonds on me froze
Man my watch be looking like I whipped on the stove
Pimpin all these hoes, dick all in her throat
Ripping off her clothes, coke drippin out her nose
Rolling round my city while I'm grippin on that chrome
They aint ever help me had to get it on my own
Now I'm on and they really hating, (why you mad)
Still shit talking
Am I supposed to be intimidated, nah not even insulted (no way)
New rims on the way, couple engines and they both go roar (vroom)
Couple kilos of yay, (yay) aint no tellin what they'll both go for
Talked to mom the other day
She don't want me sellin coke no more
Said I threw it all away, (for real)
But I just went and got a boatload more
Bought a condo in the vil, fiends headed to the trap spot
Had shorty on the pill, bent her over took a snapshot
Girl that ass hot, I'm just tryna get these bags off
Fans sayin that I rap hot, I'm just tryna get this gas off
Quarter pounders no mac sauce
Came with the black opps, Kane like the Blackhawks
Lames better back off, aim when I blast off
Flow so rare, style the epitome, they cannot get rid of me
Too much creativity
Frauds in this industry talkin like they in the streets
Never been a friend to me so I gotta intervene
No interruptions, this hardcore shit shits on your shit
This aint horseshit, this art's gorgeous
If you need me I'll be chillin in my fortress
Scheming up a plan bout how Ima make a fortune
Gorging on these rappers while stimulating endorphins
Cut em into portions and serve em to the orphans
Back to it, know I had to do it,
Game lack skill and I'm finna add some stats to it
Talking bout rap music, plus I speak trap fluent
So when you see me in the streets don't act stupid
I don't slide in bitches DM'S bitches slide in mine
Needed space had to fuck around and draw the line
Pulled up in that SUV and told that thot to hop inside
Suck up on this cock of mine cuz I don't got alot of time
Work until my body doesn't, you will never stop me running
You boys never taught me nothing
He aint hard I'm hockey puckin, you aint on my level man
We aint even coffee cupping
Plus your bitch she got me wonderin, If we should or not be fuckin