John Wick

Ay it's louden beats ya heard

Its not what you did son that angers me so much

Its who you did it too

Let me find out you're

Speaking on my name again

I walk in the room

She on the nuts

Bitch, wait a minute

You do it for likes

I do it for the stacks

I say it to your face

You talk behind my back

I make a move

You try to copy

Make em realize-

Can't do it

Without me

They see me shining-

But still they

Doubt me

Topic of the week-

So they talk about me

I got em mad

They been tryna play

Catch up for

Years with me

I'm the hottest

Mexicana representing

Los Angeles

This royalty!

We outside counting

Blessings

You inside scrolling

Through the

Comments acting

Real messy

Fuck you and

All of your friends

We on for real

This ain't a trend

Rollin a wood Sipping the Hen

Going back

At it again

Came here

To win

Bitch

They call him baba Yaga

He was the one you sent to kill the fucken boogy man

I'm solid as

A rock

Heatin up like

A pot

In a drop

Smokin pot

With this this

Pretty ass thot

What the

Fuck you thought? I'm at the

Muthfuckin top

Gettin top

From yo

Ugly ass bitch

On yo block

If I tell her

Ass to jump

She hoppin

Like hop scotch

Overseas drinkin scotch

While she feelin

On my crotch

Hopped out in

Some Croc's

And some

Long White Sox

It don't stop

I spend it as soon

As the money drop

I'm a legend

My presence

Is such a blessin

They envy

And they jealous

I gotta carry a weapon

For my protection

And this money

That's invested

Ain't no

Half steppin

These ****

Gon' get

The message

The fucken nobody? That fucken nobody is John wick

I don't

Want the Apps

I don't

Love the cash

My name

Gon be on

One grave

But a dozen

Plaques

East to West

Me and Rev

Got each

Other's backs

No ghostwriters

Ya'll cover raps

We cover maps

Boo bitch!

Truth is

All of y'all be

Rude as shit

Never took

My call

And now it's

Me that's going

Who is this?

I ain't changed

The fake praise

Is really sounding

Ludacris

Word of Mouth

Has got me clout

Still Hungrier Than Budapest

Now you da pest

Squash it!

In the house

Constant

Living up on

Billboard

So go ahead

Dox me

Don't fuck with

You hoes

Unless I'm

On the Bill Cosby

I don't drive

A foreign

But my bitch

Italian

Gratzi!