John Hanc*ck lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who want that smoke and that b*tch know about that
Tired of the gas, need a new pack
Talking like he finna slide through
Choppa hit his whip up, make that lil' n*gga reroute that
He ride fishbowl, n*gga like Klaus
My b*tch hide my stick in her blouse
Get up and get it, get off of my couch
Your pockets hurt, n*gga—they say “ouch”

[Bridge]
Outside, probably where your hoe be
Woosah, dark-skin b*tch Doechii
Who I?
I'm up to no good, all about mischief
Lil Eight, Loki
Way too player, lil’ eight—stay lowkey
In the sticks like a trophy
Pop out with it, right side get it
Extend clip, get his CapCut edit

[Verse 2]
Catch an opp, bet I leave the boy right thеre
9-1-1, bet the boy need mеdics
He tried to diss, but really—who cares?
Not even your n*ggas got that on they playlist
You not even underground—face it
You not even underground basement
Don't like my music? He must have COVID
Make that lil’ n*gga be tasteless
[Verse 3]
Back in this b*tch
I’m in L.A., all a n*gga brought was a backpack and a blick
Thirty-round mag, better not trip
Glock beats, then I'm putting tags on a b*tch
Do that boy bad, I'm not for the bullsh*t
Didn't go then, and I won't go today
I be with real street n*ggas that don't play
When you cross us, better look both ways

[Bridge 2]
Locked up, shoot it ‘til my hand lock
Rubber band around the Glock
Rubber band around the gwap
Wrap it 'til the band pop
At the show with your b*tch, tryna
Get my John Hanc*ck
Let them trip, and I'm steppin’, n*gga
Get your whole clan shot

[Outro] (Whispers)
DSG…
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