John Wick (feat. Yung Flex)
I ain't never been a thief but I steal a bitch
I don't wanna cut lil boy I want the whole shit
Let me hear a diss I bet I clear a crib like john wick
Only fuck with PYT's Ion want no old bitch
I'm hulkin out I just want the green bitch i been guapin out
These lil boys the type to cop a plea if you cant bond em out
Please don't ever talk about a hit better watch ya mouth
Got youngins that'll do that shit for free better watch yo house
If bro open the backdoor we gone slime eem out
Feel like Tony Hawk up in this bitch I'm tryna grind it out
I know I'm gettin fat we eatin good I get large amounts
I'm doin' that shit they wish they could yeah but let's not talk about it
I did this shit my way hell yeah I took the hardest route
Don't play with me I'm too solid and we gone send them cutters out
If ion give no dick my bitch pout no Tims I want Ricks now
How the fuck you still wearin them bitches them forces beat down
Only real ones who i be round strobe light on the stick cant see now
I do drugs till I'm senile two cups im finna peace out
No xans I just do weed now
After i fuck the bitch I told her lock the door before she leave out
Look like ice spice from the back I hit so hard I pulled her weave out
I don't want love from the bitch but she keep askin what are we now
Lil bitch must be senile ian goin
She love the rockstar shit I fuck the bitch in my rick owens
I love to pop my shit there's a lot of rappers i've been hoeing
Steady talkin like he do shit but he never bring no dough in
B-Y-O-B bring your own blick
Play no game I get right to it burning gas this shit fumin
I get high till I'm pukin baby suck it like you toothless
We at the top that boy clueless, like Nike i just do it
Bro got the fully we ain't losin want that scat so I can scoot it
Red and cut I be boolin can't hear they mouth I just mute it
I can't teach them how to do this but I can tell you stupid
On alert everywhere I go ridin we be movin
I'm in a different city right now you can't track my movement
Pop some shit and lay that bitch down Lazy Susan
Uh can't take a L I never lost call Ross the biggest Boss
I been playin with work for years don't need a scale to get it off
You can't play it like you tough we know you scared boy knock it off
Oh he was tryna touch my racks I want his hands go chop em off
If I hit a lick you'll never get it back boy chalk it up
I'm just chillin got two bitches and two sticks up in the club
Yeah he a opp up on the net but in real life tryna say what's up
Bet this 40 get shit jumpin watch it make him double dutch
I don't wanna cut lil boy I want the whole shit
Let me hear a diss I bet I clear a crib like john wick
Only fuck with PYT's Ion want no old bitch
I'm hulkin out I just want the green bitch i been guapin out
These lil boys the type to cop a plea if you cant bond em out
Please don't ever talk about a hit better watch ya mouth
Got youngins that'll do that shit for free better watch yo house
If bro open the backdoor we gone slime eem out
Feel like Tony Hawk up in this bitch I'm tryna grind it out
I know I'm gettin fat we eatin good I get large amounts
I'm doin' that shit they wish they could yeah but let's not talk about it
I did this shit my way hell yeah I took the hardest route
Don't play with me I'm too solid and we gone send them cutters out
If ion give no dick my bitch pout no Tims I want Ricks now
How the fuck you still wearin them bitches them forces beat down
Only real ones who i be round strobe light on the stick cant see now
I do drugs till I'm senile two cups im finna peace out
No xans I just do weed now
After i fuck the bitch I told her lock the door before she leave out
Look like ice spice from the back I hit so hard I pulled her weave out
I don't want love from the bitch but she keep askin what are we now
Lil bitch must be senile ian goin
She love the rockstar shit I fuck the bitch in my rick owens
I love to pop my shit there's a lot of rappers i've been hoeing
Steady talkin like he do shit but he never bring no dough in
B-Y-O-B bring your own blick
Play no game I get right to it burning gas this shit fumin
I get high till I'm pukin baby suck it like you toothless
We at the top that boy clueless, like Nike i just do it
Bro got the fully we ain't losin want that scat so I can scoot it
Red and cut I be boolin can't hear they mouth I just mute it
I can't teach them how to do this but I can tell you stupid
On alert everywhere I go ridin we be movin
I'm in a different city right now you can't track my movement
Pop some shit and lay that bitch down Lazy Susan
Uh can't take a L I never lost call Ross the biggest Boss
I been playin with work for years don't need a scale to get it off
You can't play it like you tough we know you scared boy knock it off
Oh he was tryna touch my racks I want his hands go chop em off
If I hit a lick you'll never get it back boy chalk it up
I'm just chillin got two bitches and two sticks up in the club
Yeah he a opp up on the net but in real life tryna say what's up
Bet this 40 get shit jumpin watch it make him double dutch
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Writer(s): Robbie Slagle
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