John Wick - Lil Poppa, Neno Calvin

Game changer, I got these niggas pissed off

Yellow VV’s, I’m thinking 'bout pissing my wrist off

My shooter speak sign language, only talk when his stick talk

In other words, with that choppa, he gon' knock a bitch 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

Nigga paperwork hit the media, everybody think it’s cool

How they some killers and the law?

Come on now, I’m confused

Gone be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop

Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks

Ay, why you claiming all these bodies?

Nigga, who you done shot?

John Wick, I hang with niggas they make movies about

Bitch, 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, bitch, you done for

Now it’s a whole lot of shit that I don’t play about

And it’s a whole lot of shit 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 nigga that my hitters gone bust a head 'bout

Gone be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop

Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks

Ay, why you claiming all these bodies?

Nigga, who you done shot?

John Wick, I hang with niggas they make movies about

Bitch, 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, bitch, you done for

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 niggas in this blunt, hope it offend you (Yeah)

Duckin' since a youngin', bitch, I’m far from rookie (Far from rookie)

One man army, bitch, I’m far from pussy (Far from pussy)

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 (Fuck him)

Glock 23, goin' to war in these streets (Fuck '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, bitch, we playin' for keeps (Ooh)

Killed a couple niggas 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

Gone be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop

Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks

Ay, why you claiming all these bodies?

Nigga, who you done shot?

John Wick, I hang with niggas they make movies about

Bitch, 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, bitch, you done for

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 niggas jumping on cases

And I know I said you was straight, but bitch, you still ain’t safe

And I know I said you was cool, but I lied

Told 'em I forgave him, but the nigga end up dying

My niggas hit me up, then you know I’m still slatt (Still slatt)

I’m only on a half, but a nigga 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 niggas, we shoot

Gone be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop

Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks

Ay, why you claiming all these bodies?

Nigga, who you done shot?

John Wick, I hang with niggas they make movies about

Bitch, 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, bitch, you done for

All I do is say the word, and bitch, you done for

All I do is say the word, and bitch, you done for