John Wick

Hate the fifties love the dubs and the hundreds
I turnt myself up they think I came from money
Trap look like Black Ops all these gotdamn zombies
Went from having half a zip to having half bags on me
I don't need no gang
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by myself just me and my stick
She don't even like me she in love with my dick
10 free bands but I need me some more
Black market merchant came up off of Tor
You say you trappin what you trappin for?
You ain't making plays you just answer the door
Or run to the store
Anything I got my hands on I'd sell it
I feel the demon deep inside me like Melly
The day you start telling I'll turn to a felon
White boy wasted got wax in my blunt
Mixing Peach Cobbler with the Vlone Runtz
We got everything you need so what you want
I spend in a week what you make in a month
Bad pack I can make that shit work
I get it in every day like the first
I got exotic you can keep the purp
Pull up serving swerving scrape the curb
Moonrocks came from Mars and Venus
They get mad when I don't know where the lean is
This pack I'm smoking on you ain't never seen it
Me and my plug like Kel & Kenan
Took off on the plug cause he tried to short me
Bitches ain't nothing they fucking for $40
Kicked the bitch out cause she tried to record me
Back in the day the same bitches ignored me
Blunt match my cup mix the purple with the orange
Roll up spark it hit the gas like floor it
What the fuck is drought?
What the fuck is shortage?
We get it in break it down and export it
TFN I trap for now not for nothing
Wholesale tell him that I didn't even touch it
Buy what I want bitch you ball on a budget
Hate when she talk but I love when she suck it
Hate the fifties love the dubs and the hundreds
I turnt myself up they think I came from money
Trap look like Black Ops all these gotdamn zombies
Went from having half a zip to having half bags on me
I don't need no gang
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by myself just me and my stick
She don't even like me she in love with my dick
10 free bands but I need me some more
Black market merchant came up off of Tor
You say you trappin what you trappin for?
You ain't making plays you just answer the door
Or run to the store
Anything I got my hands on I'd sell it
I feel the demon deep inside me like Melly
The day you start telling I'll turn to a felon
Can't let them in I keep closing the curtains
Read they body like a book when I serve em
What's wrong with you? why you acting so nervous
I go with my gut I don't gotta be certain
Never foldin never snitch never tell
Make my sale then dip like rotel
Super 8 boy we trapped out the hotel
You just said you took another loss Oh Well
We ain't blessing these hoes we stressin these hoes
Kick em' out the door like the rest of these hoes
Still be in the crowd when I be rocking these shows
50 missed texts 50 calls in my phone
$250 I need that for a zone
2.5 stuff that in my cone
Buddy tryna match some boy I'm tryna tax some
Feds hit my iPhone boy I need a Samsung
Hate the fifties love the dubs and the hundreds
I turnt myself up they think I came from money
Trap look like Black Ops all these gotdamn zombies
Went from having half a zip to having half bags on me
I don't need no gang
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by myself just me and my stick
She don't even like me she in love with my dick
10 free bands but I need me some more
Black market merchant came up off of Tor
You say you trappin what you trappin for?
You ain't making plays you just answer the door
Or run to the store
Anything I got my hands on I'd sell it
I feel the demon deep inside me like Melly
The day you start telling I'll turn to a felon