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lil poppa - 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 it’s stick talk
in other words with that choppa, he gone knock a b-tch off
keep thinking it’s a game, come on go with your move
your lil’ brother get out at 2, we’ll catch you at his school
n-gga paperwork hit the media, everybody think it’s cool
how they some k!llers 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 sh-lls from the rugers and glocks
aye 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 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

[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 get into (yeah)
smokin’ dead n-ggas in these blunts, 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 p-ssy (far from p-ssy)
shootouts by myself, thankful the lord was with me (brr)
still [?] no bullet harder than me (ahh)
hit two times while i was [?] (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 the beef (know that)
stalker from the club and doin’ [?] (ooh)
ask around my city, b-tch we playin’ for keeps (ooh)
k!lled 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 streets

[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 need 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)
[?] with a n-gga, still vibin’
a legend in my life goin’
got in the shootout, got hit and [?] put it in the [?] (d-mn)
i can’t get booked for no shows
now i’m back in the kitchen with my n-gga [?]

[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

- lil poppa lyrics

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