John Wick
John Wick, John Wick, John Wick
John Wick, John Wick, John Wick
John Wick with the stick
John Wick
John Wick
John Wick
Out all night lad (lad)
On the earch like a nomad (nomad)
Making money with my comrades (comrades)
Turn your hood into Baghdad (hah)
Big Heavy got the Glock, bro (Glock, bro)
And we still on the block, bro (block, bro)
You get popped with this Roscoe (brah)
Or we can do this toe-to-toe (what)
Bra I'm sick of all these hating cunts (fuck off)
Tell ya now, lad, they're all fronts (all fronts)
Hoodie down, lad, I'm on the hunt (on the hunt)
Smoke 'em like a fuckin blunt
Stressing like a motherfucker (uh)
All these fakes, lad, they bloodsuckers (suck)
They make me laugh, lad, Chris Tucker (ah)
Get 'em with the box cutter
We wolves, they some sheep
Break the rules while you sleep
Grab the tools for the creep (for the creep)
Bruhs, I'm in the game deep
Four boys in the jeep
And we out for the sweep (for the sweep)
You get swept with this stick
Want the Kegz, want the bricks
Grab the guns, load the clips (load the clips)
I'm not talking Netflix
They hit the legs like they're rich
Pull up on 'em, John Wick (John Wick)
You sound nervous, bra, why you stutter (what)
Thought you claimed that you straight gutter? (Nah)
Knife slide through him like butter (shh)
Shout out Haks, that's my fuckin' brother (brother)
This tracks for the streets, this claps
I'm a beast, I'm unchained, I'm unleashed (pow)
Lad fuck the police, they ain't nothing to me
Thank fuck I'm released (yeah)
Tear it up in the studio, Zans got me moving slow
I'm off lad, cheerio (hah)
Headed to the top, lad, I'm on a mission
I'm a boss, lad, I got the vision
Cut 'em up, lad, incision (incision)
Beat 'em into submission
They all snakes, bra, I hear 'em hissin'
Ran his mouth, bra, now he missin'
We wolves, they some sheep
Break the rules while you sleep
Grab the tools for the creep (for the creep)
Bruhs, I'm in the game deep
Four boys in the jeep
And we out for the sweep (for the sweep)
You get swept with this stick
Want the Kegz, want the bricks
Grab the guns, load the clips (load the clips)
I'm not talking Netflix
They hit the legs like they're rich
Pull up on 'em, John Wick (John Wick)
Welcome to Middle Eastlakes
Where we keep it real, bra, no fakes (no fakes)
They want beef, cook 'em like steak
Fucking with us, that's a mistake
Now they pulling up the handbrake
Brother fuck your handshake (fuck off)
Your boys dogs, talking to the Jakes
Run to the cops, singing like you're Drake
We don't fuck with you snitches
We don't run with you bitches
Dump your body in the river
Big numbers, big digits from the trenches
Bra, we senseless, five shots fill your liver (pow, pow)
Not a snake, bra, but I'm spitting venom
Squeeze the trigger like a lemon (pow)
Bullets burn through your denim (oh)
To Hell is where we send 'em (uh)
We wolves, they some sheep
Break the rules while you sleep
Grab the tools for the creep (for the creep)
Bruhs, I'm in the game deep
Four boys in the jeep
And we out for the sweep (for the sweep)
You get swept with this stick
Want the Kegz, want the bricks
Grab the guns, load the clips (load the clips)
I'm not talking Netflix
They hit the legs like they're rich
Pull up on 'em, John Wick (John Wick)
John Wick, John Wick, John Wick
John Wick with the stick
John Wick
John Wick
John Wick
Out all night lad (lad)
On the earch like a nomad (nomad)
Making money with my comrades (comrades)
Turn your hood into Baghdad (hah)
Big Heavy got the Glock, bro (Glock, bro)
And we still on the block, bro (block, bro)
You get popped with this Roscoe (brah)
Or we can do this toe-to-toe (what)
Bra I'm sick of all these hating cunts (fuck off)
Tell ya now, lad, they're all fronts (all fronts)
Hoodie down, lad, I'm on the hunt (on the hunt)
Smoke 'em like a fuckin blunt
Stressing like a motherfucker (uh)
All these fakes, lad, they bloodsuckers (suck)
They make me laugh, lad, Chris Tucker (ah)
Get 'em with the box cutter
We wolves, they some sheep
Break the rules while you sleep
Grab the tools for the creep (for the creep)
Bruhs, I'm in the game deep
Four boys in the jeep
And we out for the sweep (for the sweep)
You get swept with this stick
Want the Kegz, want the bricks
Grab the guns, load the clips (load the clips)
I'm not talking Netflix
They hit the legs like they're rich
Pull up on 'em, John Wick (John Wick)
You sound nervous, bra, why you stutter (what)
Thought you claimed that you straight gutter? (Nah)
Knife slide through him like butter (shh)
Shout out Haks, that's my fuckin' brother (brother)
This tracks for the streets, this claps
I'm a beast, I'm unchained, I'm unleashed (pow)
Lad fuck the police, they ain't nothing to me
Thank fuck I'm released (yeah)
Tear it up in the studio, Zans got me moving slow
I'm off lad, cheerio (hah)
Headed to the top, lad, I'm on a mission
I'm a boss, lad, I got the vision
Cut 'em up, lad, incision (incision)
Beat 'em into submission
They all snakes, bra, I hear 'em hissin'
Ran his mouth, bra, now he missin'
We wolves, they some sheep
Break the rules while you sleep
Grab the tools for the creep (for the creep)
Bruhs, I'm in the game deep
Four boys in the jeep
And we out for the sweep (for the sweep)
You get swept with this stick
Want the Kegz, want the bricks
Grab the guns, load the clips (load the clips)
I'm not talking Netflix
They hit the legs like they're rich
Pull up on 'em, John Wick (John Wick)
Welcome to Middle Eastlakes
Where we keep it real, bra, no fakes (no fakes)
They want beef, cook 'em like steak
Fucking with us, that's a mistake
Now they pulling up the handbrake
Brother fuck your handshake (fuck off)
Your boys dogs, talking to the Jakes
Run to the cops, singing like you're Drake
We don't fuck with you snitches
We don't run with you bitches
Dump your body in the river
Big numbers, big digits from the trenches
Bra, we senseless, five shots fill your liver (pow, pow)
Not a snake, bra, but I'm spitting venom
Squeeze the trigger like a lemon (pow)
Bullets burn through your denim (oh)
To Hell is where we send 'em (uh)
We wolves, they some sheep
Break the rules while you sleep
Grab the tools for the creep (for the creep)
Bruhs, I'm in the game deep
Four boys in the jeep
And we out for the sweep (for the sweep)
You get swept with this stick
Want the Kegz, want the bricks
Grab the guns, load the clips (load the clips)
I'm not talking Netflix
They hit the legs like they're rich
Pull up on 'em, John Wick (John Wick)
Credits
Writer(s): Kemal Yalim
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