John Wick Lyrics – Rob Liberachi
Singer: Rob Liberachi
Title: John Wick
I ain’t talking bout no homi n#gg#s know i made a killing
Straight on dealing with these n#gg#s ion care bout how they feeling
Cause most these n#gg#s snakes i got smith so i’m willing
To put metal to a n#gg# teeth they think that’s a filling
We in all b-lack come get y’all t-o-p capped
The feds catch us we gone split heat spray where he at
Think we lack h-i-p where i keep the g-at
No c-ap we sliding if you down with o-p-p pack
She say every time i see you boy you always buying whip
Stay ready to kill for yo dog like you john wick
Gave me coke head then she hit a n#gg# line quick
She think cause i cracked she the one i’m posed to bond with
Hoe that’s nonsense that you thinking you can be with me
The only hoes cuffing n#gg#s boy we call them dpd
I’m like a a student with a hoe she won’t leave me be
Now she let me see her whole body that’s cause she need e
Popped her like e when i f’d just to keep it g
They think i’m a pacifist cause i keep the piece with me
n#gg# try to pass a fist to me imma squeeze the heat
Moving weight ah pass a physical how bro feed the street
Ben frank always been a hunnid it’s just you and me
Hit the mic and speak on dead presis that’s a eulogy
Brody stacked a 60 still was snatching n#gg#s jewelry
If a n#gg# snitching we gone show him where that tool ah be
He on 12 time 2 arms pointing at his top
They think we keep 40$ how we make them ratchets pop
They ain’t throwing coochie hit the clinic what you catching hot
Tryna tell the difference they think me and brody matching glock
I won’t pay no hoes i don’t owe them baby call lamar
Girly raving like it’s football watch me ball tomorrow
And the clip got hella rounds n#gg#s think we bought the bar
False alarm claiming you a shooter you was taught to spar
He say he gone put you on you believe hype
I go up and put shine on the bottom like a streetlight
Why he wife this girly in my face i’m what she like
This paper have her coming right over like a rewrite
Old flame texting me i miss you ion dm ex hoes
Talking tough over the net till we see him exposed
Boy i used to handle bars like a bmx rolls
In my pocket they can’t stop it cause i need them next pros
Go ed with that edd we eddys
And i got some n#gg#s throwing 5s like they hot and readys
And when i slid on meechie it was in impala chevys
It was one up in the heady i ain’t have to c#ck the semis
Since yo strap a camera n#gg# take a selfie
Call yourself a demon we gone put you right where hell be
Nothing you can tell me
When i rap i turn to mayweather when i’m tryna drop a lp
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