John Wick
17, You know that I bool
17, Still know you're a tool
17, Still rapping that whirlpool
They call me John wick welcome to my trap school
Feeling diverse
Got me feeling myself
Was tought to kill
You pulled that crap off the shelf
They call me John wick
Was born in the sticks
Ever since my mom left
Had to join up with clicks
Doing what I gotta do
That's my B
Turning all these fools blue
Shouting like a banshee
Ever since I was young
Knew I had that life
Had to overcome
Get over my spite
Chilling with my dog
Can't anybody touch me
Leave it at the hotel
Know everybody that I see
Cause everyone knows
That I'm trained to kill
Don't mess with me
Or it'll be a spill
Coming up from the bottom
You know I'mma drop em
Can't anybody stop em
You know I'mma pop em
I gotta get to newer hights
I can't begin to stop
I'm up like a kite
You know I'm bout to pop
Bones do break
But so do I
Take what's mine
I'mma make you cry
I know you think
I'm just a heartless Man
It's not my fault
I hadn't planned
Maintain my image
Everybody wants to fight me
Get over it dude
Making people mad nightly
Cool as ice
Maintain composure
Coming for your head
Get your closure
17, You know that I bool
17, Still know you're a tool
17, Still rapping that whirlpool
They call me John wick welcome to my trap school
17, Still know you're a tool
17, Still rapping that whirlpool
They call me John wick welcome to my trap school
Feeling diverse
Got me feeling myself
Was tought to kill
You pulled that crap off the shelf
They call me John wick
Was born in the sticks
Ever since my mom left
Had to join up with clicks
Doing what I gotta do
That's my B
Turning all these fools blue
Shouting like a banshee
Ever since I was young
Knew I had that life
Had to overcome
Get over my spite
Chilling with my dog
Can't anybody touch me
Leave it at the hotel
Know everybody that I see
Cause everyone knows
That I'm trained to kill
Don't mess with me
Or it'll be a spill
Coming up from the bottom
You know I'mma drop em
Can't anybody stop em
You know I'mma pop em
I gotta get to newer hights
I can't begin to stop
I'm up like a kite
You know I'm bout to pop
Bones do break
But so do I
Take what's mine
I'mma make you cry
I know you think
I'm just a heartless Man
It's not my fault
I hadn't planned
Maintain my image
Everybody wants to fight me
Get over it dude
Making people mad nightly
Cool as ice
Maintain composure
Coming for your head
Get your closure
17, You know that I bool
17, Still know you're a tool
17, Still rapping that whirlpool
They call me John wick welcome to my trap school
Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Cossey
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