John Wick
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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