John Wick Lyrics

Beretta, vendetta

Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch

Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen

Remington point fourty five ACP

Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR

Me versus everyone

Main character shit (main character shit)

Move through the shadows

Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)

Running away from my problems

Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh

(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)

Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)

Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick

Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left

Fuck the times, I'm using an AR

18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting

Blam out the gun, on the opps

Leave em bettin' with the devil

People that hate, with no reason

Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)

Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway

My skills expressing broadly

Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay

Never take shit halfway (way)

Skrrt right down the highway (way)

Saving them blueys (ways)

The pink and the green bills

Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces

Makin' that cash, from Monday to Thursday

Resting on laurels, from Friday to Sunday

Methods of income expanding

All them bills demanding

Hop in that bih and I fly, and I fly, and I fly

Sweat like I got a fucking nine to five

Fahrenheit four-fifty-one, talkin' about oppression

More dissent, and public thinkin' of insurrection

Shut em down, hit em up, nineteen eighty four,

Shoot em down, shut em down, nineteen eighty nine

Coming from the fire, from the Notre Dame like twenty-nineteen

It's been five years, half a decade

Heat went up a centigrade

Soundin' mad, mad dog, my mans a player

Cut the grass low, snakes show

Your mans betraying

Self sacrifice to save our own future

Lean into it, double down, and shoot it for

The greater good of the many

The good and not very

The higher order plays with our lives

And they see us as ordinary

Beretta, vendetta

Benelli and a CZ, AK-47, hit em with the guns bitch

Glock seventeen, eighteen, nineteen

Remington point fourty five ACP

Ain't nothing more ruder than a Ruger SFAR

Me versus everyone

Main character shit (main character shit)

Move through the shadows

Got dark ass fit (dark ass fit)

Running away from my problems

Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh

(Traded my soul for this shit, uhuh)

Making these hits, yeah, shooters gon take the hit (John Wick)

Using whatever means I got, yeah, like I'm John Wick

Living my life to the fullest, I don't got much time left

Fuck the times, I'm using an AR

18 more bands on the bounty I'm getting

Blam out the gun, on the opps

Leave em bettin' with the devil

People that hate, with no reason

Are smooth brained like bevel (I'mma pull up)

Goated at actin', could pull-up to Broadway

My skills expressing broadly

Stuntman, bitch, falling down the stairs, but I downplay

Never take shit halfway (way)

Skrrt right down the highway (way)

Saving them blueys (ways)

The pink and the green bills

Luck in the game, I don't ever pull deuces