John Wick lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Game changer, I got these n*ggas p*ssed off
Yellow VV's, I'm thinking 'bout p*ssing my wrist off
My shooter speak sign language, only talk when his stick talk
In other words, with that choppa, he gon' knock a b*tch off
Keep thinking it's a game, come on, go with your move
Your lil' brother get out at two, we'll catch you at his school
n*gga paperwork hit the media, everybody think it's cool
How they some killers and the law? Come on now, I'm confused

[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Gone be a lot of n*ggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks
Ay, why you claiming all these bodies? n*gga, who you done shot?
John Wick, I hang with n*ggas they make movies about
b*tch, I know you can't breathe from the gun smoke
And tomorrow ain't promised, so we gun tote
Don't play with me, I'll have them hitters at your front door
All I do is say the word and, b*tch, you done for

[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
Now it's a whole lot of sh*t that I don't play about
And it's a whole lot of sh*t that we'll spray about
Ain't with the talking, where you at? Go and air it out
And the police that's something we don't care about
But we ain't chilling in the spot when the feds out
Leave everything else take the bread out
Disrespect the game, you gotta die, so what you scared 'bout?
'Cause I'm that young n*gga that my hitters gone bust a head 'bout
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Gone be a lot of n*ggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks
Ay, why you claiming all these bodies? n*gga, who you done shot?
John Wick, I hang with n*ggas they make movies about
b*tch, I know you can't breathe from the gun smoke
And tomorrow ain't promised, so we gun tote
Don't play with me, I'll have them hitters at your front door
All I do is say the word and, b*tch, you done for

[Verse 3: Neno Calvin]
Yeah, I'm back on my bully with a pistol
Back and I know you sellin' dope, I can fix you
Way too hard to get out what I got into (Yeah)
Smokin' dead n*ggas in this blunt, hope it offend you (Yeah)
Duckin' since a youngin', b*tch, I'm far from rookie (Far from rookie)
One man army, b*tch, I'm far from pus*y (Far from pus*y)
Shootouts by myself, thankful the Lord was with me (Brr)
Still here today, no bullet harder than me (Ha)
Hit two times while I was geekin' on three (f*ck him)
Glock 23, goin' to war in these streets (f*ck 'em)
It's harder to get rich 'cause I got caught in a beef (Know that)
Stalker from the club and doin' wrong by they freak (Ooh)
Ask around my city, b*tch, we playin' for keeps (Ooh)
Killed a couple n*ggas who was playin' with me (Ooh)
Money on his head, get 'em gone in a week (Get 'em gone)
I ain't satisfied 'til I see blood in the street
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Gone be a lot of n*ggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks
Ay, why you claiming all these bodies? n*gga, who you done shot?
John Wick, I hang with n*ggas they make movies about
b*tch, I know you can't breathe from the gun smoke
And tomorrow ain't promised, so we gun tote
Don't play with me, I'll have them hitters at your front door
All I do is say the word and, b*tch, you done for

[Verse 4: Lil Poppa & Neno Calvin]
Heard your mans died, he took one to the face
And these hoes dying, too, you better stay in your place
I don't beef over the net 'cause n*ggas jumping on cases
And I know I said you was straight, but b*tch, you still ain't safe
And I know I said you was cool, but I lied
Told 'em I forgave him, but the n*gga end up dying
My n*ggas hit me up, then you know I'm still slatt (Still slatt)
I'm only on a half, but a n*gga still vibin', uhh
A legend in my life goin' (Uhh)
Got in the shootout, got hit and Fox put it in a tabloid (Damn)
I can't get booked for no shows (What?)
Now I'm back in the kitchen with my n*ggas, we shoot

[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Gone be a lot of n*ggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks
Ay, why you claiming all these bodies? n*gga, who you done shot?
John Wick, I hang with n*ggas they make movies about
b*tch, I know you can't breathe from the gun smoke
And tomorrow ain't promised, so we gun tote
Don't play with me, I'll have them hitters at your front door
All I do is say the word and, b*tch, you done for
[Outro: Lil Poppa]
All I do is say the word, and b*tch, you done for
All I do is say the word, and b*tch, you done for