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28av - john wick lyrics

[verse 1: poppin’ ass pablo]
ayy
it get tricky with the nicky, this b+tch jumpin’ hard
if you got put on in a pendant b+tch, you from new york
we caught +++++ and drilled his ass, left him on the tour (alright)
we caught +++++ on traffic and [?] (ayy juce, let me know sum)
when i say leave in time for me ’cause i’m an army man
f.n. blow his [?] then i disarm him, man
lil bro real demon, they don’t half ass it
caught him [?] on the charger, he was snapchattin’
if we get the drop on him then we gon’ get active
i see him walking out the spot slippin’ then imma get at it
buddy boy really a b+tch, i could’ve been had ’em
real gunna crazy as sh+t, i’m tryna mismatch (right here)
nice try, (uh+huh) and i’m okay with that
that n+gga try to burn me out the kitchen, had to flame his ass
f+ggot b+tch try to hit me up, like ain’t he coming back
no reply, left her on read, nothin’ to say to that
when the gang tuckin’ the paper, i ain’t okay with that
kick the b+tch up out of the mission ’cause imma make it back
shoulda said he trippin’ off b+tches ’cause they can make it clap
in dangerous situations, admit it, she put it in my lap
she love how i spit it, admit it, i gotta get the gas
and these suckas slippin’ off pimpin, i prolly get it, man
hop out on the prices of poles i tell ’em “give me that”
all in heavy for real, he told me get his ass
catch him out there pumpin’ the petrol, then imma give him gas
brodi hallows really get knockin’ like it’s a special blast
ar goin’ stupid for real, like it’s a special class
boy you really p+ssy for real, you gave a special pass (b+tch)
ah, huh, we ain’t accepting that
turn my back on homies, that’s off, i ain’t respectin’ that
’cause i got dead n+ggas that’s gone and i can’t bring ’em back
so every suckas trippin’, it’s off, turn ’em in to packs
hopped out [?], and burnt him into black
brodi froze up on the drill, i had to turn my back
they light lil brodi for real, when you learn to rap
when i was out there clutching the steel, slippin’ into traps
when i was so hungry that my tummy used to touch my back
when you was out here runnin’ up the g’s tryna f+ck the rest
when you used to tell me you love me, talkin’ behind my back
but i ain’t trippin’ for real [?]
[verse 2: 28av]
[?] that lil pistol for them old hands
i ain’t even roll the window down, i just blow led (boom boom)
gun like thirsty for the slide, lil bro dead
identify him on the gram, sh+t
throwin’ l’s up g and we givin’ ’em too (that’s right)
give a f+ck where you from boy, we trippin’ with who (trippin’ with who?)
i’m from south jackson street but i f+ck with you (i f+ck with you)
give you a couple bags in the dugout, and they corked out
started out foreigner baby, now i’m storked out (brr)
you a grown man, you just jumped off a porch now
i got put on, in yo’ dubs, you a dork now
mac 90 gave me whiplash (make ’em burst out)
uh, we goin’ dumb, lil brodi
that boy silent with a see+through drum, lil brodi
he ain’t ever tucked tale, or dubbed no issue
only time he switched up was the kn+b on the glizzy
in the mob with my lil youngins slidin’ when it’s sticky
that’s a d+ld+ on the .50 boy, the eagle got a stiffy
and yo ass shot, no dirty laundry in this b+tch
got some wolves on the run like jumanji in this b+tch
haven’t been caught, they still haunt me in this b+tch, ah, uh
gotta get them demons off
put lil bro in the stew, i just saved a life (real sh+t)
’cause if he wasn’t in this b+tch recordin’, he be sprayin’ pipes (boom boom)
big poles when he kick those b+tch, i’m john wick
lil pops catchin’ big lives b+tch, he john wick
you ain’t from the gang gang, then you repped the wrong clique
he for the curb, always lyin’ on deception sh+t
spendin’ e class out the repass
gon’ show up at yo door like d+dash with a ski mask
young av, chuckin’ big ace like them shootas and j+hawks
i done came up, went from ridin’ scooters to maybach’s
bet my shootas, they late talkin’
i tell ’em “can’t tick yourself off, boy gotta stay smart”
they ain’t hearin’ me, suckas ain’t fearin’ me (no no no)
twin chops, both hands boy, that’s dexterity (brrat)

- 28av lyrics

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