JOHN WICK

two guns that I’m riding with

got me feeling like John wick (I’m him!)

1 up top in the chamber loaded

3 headed beast that’s the AR

and this AK got hella kick

4 bullets hit you in the dome

I shot 5 times but I never miss

where’d the last one go?

it’s in your bitch ( aye!)

taking souls im the grim reaper

i body rappers, i dig deeper

you cock blockin like goal keepers

you fake as hell, you actin out

I see your lines like palm readers

I wrap it up and I’m selling white

but nah bitch I ain’t no drug dealer

I see pussies everywhere I go

time to call the pest control

buggin ass bitches

couldn’t see me with a telescope

they say I’m blessed with the gift of rap

but I’m toe taggin, I never lack

they hypnotized, ready to die, got me feeling like biggie back

I built the road, I paved the way,

I’m on it now never off track

got a bad bitch on my ballsack

yall dick riding no hijack

they pissed off I been the shit

I’ll never quit this how I live

like a blind date with an ugly bitch

fuck around , get your bill split

militant minded

the missiles are guided

the fake and the real are divided

these rappers they come up and poppin

but I get to droppin

and all of em shut up they quiet

( fuck em)

got no love for these fake bitches

I swear to God I can’t trust em

chargin the game like a battering ram

I’m chasing the commas and beat up the beat

when I turn to a bully I came with the fully

they runnin like damn

the tires they screeching

the sound of the lamb

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!

Ayeeeee!

I see pussies everywhere I go

time to call the pest control

buggin ass bitches

couldn’t see me with a telescope

wanna fuck around with the gang

(DONT PLAY THAT!)

all about the money every day

I don’t care what they say

yeah load up the chop

for the payback

spinnin around the block

like a mothafuckin racetrack

every single night I go in

what you say now?

come through with a hunnid damn shots make em lay down

been a top G

OG and im certified

every year that I get older im more modified

pistol poppin off at the mouth

it’s personified

wanna be the best but you do not qualify

notify anybody coming for the crown of mine

that I been ready With a tech 9

hoe

and the way im making waves

everybody needa boat

am I wrong or im right

mothafucka im both

gotta kill beats til im dead

made an oath

I’m bout my green

better duck like Oregon

AR-15 boutta meet your organs

I play these hoes like accordions

and I came to kill the beat cause I’m bored again

and I bounty hunt

no mandalorian

and I strike these hoes

like a scorpion

and they study my shit like historians

You wanna be like me? Can’t afford that shit

two guns that I’m riding with

got me feeling like John wick (I’m him!)

1 up top in the chamber loaded

3 headed beast that’s the AR

and this AK got hella kick