Potter Payper – Johnny on the Spot Lyrics

Potter Payper Johnny on the Spot Lyrics

Now they say I’m popping, I make gangster rap pop
Brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they phone me for the
Like Johnny on the Spot
Either you on it or you’re not
‘Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted (Nah)
Or the half-hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departing?
Manna give a boy a side-parting
When this Nine’s clarting
Where I’m from they kill you
It’s the curse of false pride, darling

See this new season Gucci on an old school G
Bro still go through doors, like I go through beats
If I hit him with this right, I bet he goes to sleep
You ain’t bad ,you neek
They say my way of painting pictures on a track’s unique
I don’t rap for free
On the block, but they don’t trap for free
My coke’s magnifique
It’s either trap or rap
But it’s mad that just what it has to be
So respectfully, I know Nanny used to only want the best for me
Drug dealers try invest in me
I feel like life always testing me
Music’s bringing out the best in me
She rolls my spliff and put her legs on me
If I was you, I’d place your bets on me
Feature and my director’s fee
I made DUA, this was my destiny
I made DUA, this was my destiny

Now they say I’m popping, I make gangster rap pop
Brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they phone me for the
Like Johnny on the Spot
Either you on it or you’re not
‘Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted (Nah)
Or the half-hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departing?
Manna give a boy a side-parting
When this Nine’s clarting
Where I’m from they kill you
It’s the curse of false pride, darling

Shits been fucking with my mind lately
Trust, come in short supply lately
I’m one of one like my Skele AP
Loaded glock 19 in this dinger A3
Chest out tryna put a boy on page three
They gon’ shoot in broad day like a ACG
I’m paranoid plus I’m OCD
I got A Cat nightmares
And main stage dreams
Manna really tryna get paid out
By any means so
When they saying, “Got You”
You ain’t deeping what they mean
Grip the Dione, chef, you out of your Celine
He got opened up like a tin of beans
Leave you stretched like limousines
I get smokey like screech
Don’t make me shoot like I’m Zinedine
I still got the rap game in a guillotine
Them man there are still talking to the Gelatine
So I laugh when I hear them say we’re beefing
Cah I just hear about them and their mothers grieving
Everybody’s bad until they start leaking
Me I’m in the ocean where the sharks deep in
He was like your bredrin, now you’re rah beefing
Thinking about 36, it gets my heart beating
I mean my heart breaking
I can’t explain the feeling
On the A13 in this car speeding

Now they say I’m popping, I make gangster rap pop
Brolly or the mop
It’s sweeping or it’s raining when they phone me for the
Like Johnny on the Spot
Either you on it or you’re not
‘Cause this life ain’t for the faint hearted (Nah)
Or the half-hearted (Nah)
How many man are just departing?
Manna give a boy a side-parting
When this Nine’s clarting
Where I’m from they kill you
It’s the curse of false pride, darling