John Wick

(Aye, Slim Typical, I see you)

I coulda bought a crib last year, but I didn't (uhh-uuh)
This year, I'm tryna buy a house
Plural, they scored one point on us now they think that they're levels
Go check that scoreboard
Young boys wild as fuck
Swing that shit, tryna rip out his face
Anywhere we see them, it's live when we're in Central (it's live)
It still gets ripped out the cage (no cap)

So much beef on my plate (so much)
'Cah they know that we run the estates (get-backs)
So much ringers got hopped in (so much)
And we left over them sides taped (uhh-uuh)
Girl, on my right, I concentrate
Fuck all the opps, I got money to make
She wanna know how much money I make (how much?)
She only wan' know 'cah clout, she ah chase

Amiris cost me a bag and sand, it's long it don't cost me a loubes
Invest in a brand-new shoe (uhh-uuh)
Then I go cop me some brand-new shoes (yes)
So much time, you was chillin' at home (so much)
And you watched that shit on the news (them boy there)
So much times we got bored and suttin' got bored
Take chat from them? I refuse (I refuse, I refuse)

Do it like the AR, spot that and drop that
I feel like John Wick when there's money on my head (drop that)
I was in jail with money on my head (uhh-uuh)
I was in JA with money on my head (stop that)
Niggas didn't wanna really take that chance (no)
All you niggas need to go get back your bread (no cap)
Tek that, come get back your bread
We ain't runnin' that back 'cah that money got spent

Do it like the AR, spot that and drop that (uhh-uuh)
I feel like John Wick when there's money on my head (drop that)
I was in jail with money on my head (uhh-uuh)
I was in JA with money on my head (stop that)
Niggas didn't wanna really take that chance (no)
All you niggas need to go get back your bread (no cap)
Tek that, come get back your bread
We ain't runnin' that back 'cah that money got spent

I thought I was rich when I counted a hundred until I hit a quarter ticket (no cap)
Look at the way that my diamonds hit you can tell that the quality's different (VVS)
Swimmers (uh) or thickers (yes)
Sexy girls wanna fuck with the drillers (get backs)
Man need pic for a bae nowadays 'cah ladies really tryna back-door niggas (they're scary)

M24 don't score, I heard
M24 is a nerd, I heard (no more cap)
Heard I was ridin' Volvo (uhh)
And I hid behind my mum that day, I heard (it's all cap)
This year, I ain't gonna clear no rumours
All you gotta know is, I'm verified (uhh-uuh)
So much oppers terrified (on my life)
Please let me die if I lie (please)

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye
Get back season, you know the vibes (get back)
Now I'm on radio, Tiffany Calver (uhh-uuh)
Spin that shit like Snoochie Shy (uhh-uuh)
Passenger side of my broski's ride, I ain't no scrub (no)
RIP and frees to the niggas that I lost
You know that it's nuttin' but love (nuttin' but love)

Do it like the AR, spot that and drop that
I feel like John Wick when there's money on my head (drop that)
I was in jail with money on my head (uhh-uuh)
I was in JA with money on my head (stop that)
Niggas didn't wanna really take that chance (no)
All you niggas need to go get back your bread (no cap)
Tek that, come get back your bread
We ain't runnin' that back 'cah that money got spent

Do it like the AR, spot that and drop that
I feel like John Wick when there's money on my head (drop that)
I was in jail with money on my head (uhh-uuh)
I was in JA with money on my head (stop that)
Niggas didn't wanna really take that chance (no)
All you niggas need to go get back your bread (no cap)
Tek that, come get back your bread
We ain't runnin' that back 'cah that money got spent



Credits
Writer(s): George Francis Conway, Dorai Harrison, Conor Daniel Bellis
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