John Wick

Rob Liberachi

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Rob Liberachi


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I ain't talking bout no homi niggas know I made a killing
Straight on dealing with these niggas Ion care bout how they feeling
Cause most these niggas snakes I got Smith so I'm willing
To put metal to a nigga teeth they think that's a filling
We in all black come get y'all top capped
The feds catch us we gone split heat spray where he at
Think we lack hip where I keep the gat
No cap we sliding if you down with opp pack
She say every time I see you boy you always buying whip
Stay ready to kill for yo dog like you John Wick
Gave me coke head then she hit a nigga line quick
She think cause I cracked she the one I'm posed to bond with
Hoe that's nonsense that you thinking you can be with me
The only hoes cuffing niggas boy we call them DPD
I'm like a A student with a hoe she won't leave me be
Now she let me see her whole body that's cause she need E

Popped her like E when I f'd just to keep it G
They think I'm a pacifist cause I keep the piece with me
Nigga try to pass a fist to me Imma squeeze the heat
Moving weight ah pass a physical how bro feed the street
Ben Frank always been a hunnid it's just you and me
Hit the mic and speak on dead presis that's a eulogy
Brody stacked a 60 still was snatching niggas jewelry
If a nigga snitching we gone show him where that tool ah be
He on 12 time 2 arms pointing at his top
They think we keep 40 dollars how we make them ratchets pop
They ain't throwing coochie hit the clinic what you catching hot
Tryna tell the difference they think me and brody matching glock
I won't pay no hoes I don't owe them baby call Lamar
Girly raving like it's football watch me ball tomorrow
And the clip got hella rounds niggas think we bought the bar
False alarm claiming you a shooter you was taught to spar

He say he gone put you on you believe hype
I go up and put shine on the bottom like a streetlight
Why he wife this girly in my face I'm what she like
This paper have her coming right over like a rewrite
Old flame texting me I miss you ion dm ex hoes
Talking tough over the net till we see him exposed
Boy I used to handle bars like a bmx rolls
In my pocket they can't stop it cause I need them next pros
Go Ed with that Edd we Eddys
And I got some niggas throwing 5s like they hot and readys
And when I slid on Meechie it was in Impala Chevys
It was one up in the heady I ain't have to cock the semis
Since yo strap a camera nigga take a selfie
Call yourself a demon we gone put you right where hell be
Nothing you can tell me
When I rap I turn to Mayweather when I'm tryna drop a LP

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Written by: Robert Davis

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