John Wick

I don't need no shooter nigga

One gunman

I just dress in all black, with my gun man

Like John Wick

All black, one gunman

John Wick

That's a badman

All black, one gunman

John Wick

One man, honcho

Truck load, ammo

All black, suit and tie

Don't move in camo

Gloves on, no evi

Trigger finger, forever ready

One man, out the jungle

One machete turn you to spaghetti

One bullet, one headshot

It's sad to say it made his legs slop

(Shhh)

Don't call the cops

Wrap his body put it in a box

If you the hancho then you make the drop

Gotta pay for the dirt that you're doing off top

I pay for mine when I see his head

That's the same way the gladiators did

I'm the gunman but I love the kids

Quavo Superman, Quavo John Wick

And you don't want the two to mix

Have a 4th of July on the 6th

When you're broke pay the bills bitch

But when you're rich you can kill shit

I'm John Wick with the black tints

Got gun peepholes on my car kits

When them niggas killed my dog Pistol P

A nigga turned into John Wick

I told them my Mustang was not for sale

But they still tried me like my name was John Wick

These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with

Bodies poppin' up unfortunate

I'm a catch him slipping just like Ricky

When you plottin' on a nigga shit get ugly

(Griowwww) John Wick

(pew, pew)

Call of Duty shit

When it come to the artillery, I'm very talented

Takeoff Dahmer, I be killing shit

Mini AK with the banana clip

When I travel put it in my travel kit

Rick James, I'm rich bitch

Momma told me I'm a walking lick

The trap game is Madden, no need to ask Madden

I just hit the plug with the hitstick

No Santa Claus I'm on my Grinch shit

Fuck it might light the block up like it's Christmas

I'd be a fool if I leave a witness

Come through your chimney into the kitchen

Scope on the chopper I see you chillin'

Hit you and your wife and I leave the children

All black, Hatchback

Got the chopper in the trunk of that

Kidnap the nephew where your uncle at

Selling the junkie stepped on like a welcome mat

Feel like the president since they killed Pistol

Got the pistol looking at you now you sentimental

Thinking to himself how did he get up in a pickle

I can get you knocked down by a nigga want a nickel

Hell Mary

Think it look like Halloween up in February

Birds in the trap singing Mary Mary

Bullets tickle your stomach like pillsbury

Look for him everyday till you find him

Cut off his wife and you're to remind him

Do not drop out when I say something

Send him the key that's the assignment

Set this shit on fire change the climate

Throw the body in the river, up and winding

I'll get you knocked off even if it's minor

Cooking up the dough sneezin' fuck with my sinus

I'm with the shits fuck nigga

I'm John Wick

Hit his ass with the gauge and it hurt my wrist

Reach for the chain and his body glitch

50 Cent AK the magic stick