john wick

Woah Just a Lil jit I was playing with sticks Glock on my hip and you know I won't miss I'm pouring tris and my windows got tint Hit a lick running I'm hopping a fence Shoulder be sore 'cause my choppa got kick His momma be worried her baby boy dead Uh, I need my dead presidents uh I don't see you as a friend uh I don't see you as a threat, woah We pull up put holes in your neck, woah Haters be mad they ain't steppin' woah I pull up and shoot call me Stephen, woah I just made 30 like Stephen Ho's on my juevos they making me breakfast, woah 'Member when i used to check in You used to dub me but now you regret it, woah We used to have a connection It ain't gon' work if you ain't showing effort, woah Now it just hurts when you text me You don't want me for myself I could sense it, woah She want to kick it like sensei Girl I don't care what your friends say You piss me off in the best way Come give me top in this Bentley Just a Lil jit I was playing with sticks Glock on my hip and you know I won't miss I'm pouring tris and my windows got tint Suicide doors like I'm cutting my wrist Shoulder be sore 'cause my choppa got kick His momma be worried her baby boy dead Uh, I don't see you as a friend uh Only my dead presidents uh My bestie is Benjamin Why you so Trippie your love is my medicine You make me feel dead again You left my heart in the field like a veteran Just give it up I got the power no jigawatt I take a shroom to the face and I level up She off a perc I take her to the very top We go to mars but I landed on pluto She say I'm poppin' I'm glad that you know We used to kick a door in just like judo Now I don't have to 'cause my pockets sumo I'mma still play it cool though Doesn't really make sense Say it again how you got it like this Just a Lil jit I was playing with sticks Glock on my hip and you know I won't miss I'm pouring tris and my windows got tint Suicide doors like I'm cutting my wrist Shoulder be sore 'cause my choppa got kick His momma be worried her baby boy dead Uh, I don't see you as a friend uh Only my dead presidents uh Just a Lil jit I was playing with sticks Glock on my hip and you know I won't miss I'm pouring tris and my windows got tint Suicide doors like I'm cutting my wrist Shoulder be sore 'cause my choppa got kick His momma be worried her baby boy dead Uh, I don't see you as a friend uh Only my dead presidents uh