JOHN WICK Lyrics

Look, I'll slap a dot on a drac (drake) and prove that they nothing like us

I'll get the blacking like Rosa Parks in the back of the bus

I'll get the snapping like Philly nigga's when dapping you up

Teflon will shut this shit down if nigga's just keep acting up

You could get smoked in real life, if your friends keep gassing you up

Round of applause to you hoes you bitches is crafty as fuck

You bitches funny as hell just wait till I'm laughing that much

I'll put a 12 on your back not Andrew, you shit out of luck

Bald heads will fuck up your waves up like you went month with no brush

I lost my mans and my grams and that messed my confidence up

And I had stopped writing for months I think this verse knocked off the rust

Right,

And now I'm back inside this bitch like Bd's with baby moms

And wifey Italian and a freak when she's off the don

I know some bitches that's gone mask up for me like Ramadan

We catch bodies with these sticks then switch like these shit's batons

Fuck your bitch and dip like I ain't seen ha (cena) Like I was John

I realized that patient a virtue, you can plot more when you calm

You nigga's pussy and rats, your crew look like a Jerry and Tom

Half of you nigga's ain't doing shit that yall write y'all just authors

I know bro gone crash out for the team like his last name was walker

You nigga's only shoot on the web like your last name was Parker

Fuck all the opp's we tryna' put a hole in one like we some golfers

Right!

And I ain't going for all that bullshit!

You hoes keep subbing me and I'ma let off a full clip

And who was dubbing me? cuz those I wanted, I got with

And ya'll know me I get straight to the point like some chopsticks

She calling me brokey but wear the same boots and crop fit

You bitches should stop it, for I really get toxic

And tell em' how you back-doored your friend for this top dick (damn)

And tell the truth about the pub crawl you is not slick (what?)

And br- dead wrong, for saying boyfriend, you not shit

Like we ain't both agree that you was strictly the side chick (foreal)

And tell you the truth I wanted juju on some sly shit (I did!)

Now back to the vibe shit, I was venting in side shit

My mother told me don't reply, but she know I get

But I just cant help it, sometimes I get selfish

I'm tryna' murder everything in front of me trust this

Right!

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