Sheesh

It's time to get back to the breesh

Chasing a bag I'm not chasing a bitch but the hoes chasing me and tell all on they knees(Like damn)

They be blowing so hard I start feeling a breeze

Like bitch get off my nuts and go get you some cheese

They do know how to stop me I'm winning with ease

I stay opening doors I was born with the keys

I'm done trying with bitches they playing these games and I been a grown man since I was turning 18

Now I'm 20 and shit had to change I be focused on bread while these bitches be sucking on me

I could act like a fool they still wanna fuck

I pass to the bros they mopping 'em up

I fuck **** hoes and they know wassup

I'm really John Wick and I'm making 'em duck

We abusing they gang them **** can't get back

Can't tweak with us you better sit back

Got black and white bitches mismatch(You can't hit that)

And that's big facts

These **** is bots they really wanna be you

Said I'm good with my hands I'm really a shooter my **** I'm lethal(I'm lethal)

You **** is weird I'm feeling like Cena my **** can't see you(Can't see you)

Im fucking a bitch she got on a dress my **** it's see through

The drugs that I'm using illegal(Uh)

With the wock and the weed I turn evil(Uhuh)

I don't care if you doley or up in a crowd when I'm shooting I'm threading the needle(Sheesh)

You know I can't lack

Roll up that boy smoke him out of the pack

High of these drugs yeah I need to relax

If I flock at your mans it's no bringing 'em back

If you wanna feat Ima give you that tax

I'm really the truth these **** is cap

They don't wanna race me cuz I'm up a lap

I'm really the don these **** is wack

They really a joke they needa get serious

I'm feeling like George this shit got me curious

I'm living too fast something like the furious

6-1-9 **** Rey Mysterious

Roll up a 8th and now I'm delirious

Don't know what I'm doing I'm stuck(I'm stuck)

Three four **** you get buck'd(Get buck'd)

Chasing gold don't need no luck

Hold up

Sheesh

It's time to get back to the breesh

Chasing a bag I'm not chasing a bitch but the hoes chasing me and tell all on they knees(Like damn)

They be blowing so hard I start feeling a breeze

Like bitch get off my nuts and go get you some cheese

They do know how to stop me I'm winning with ease

I stay opening doors I was born with the keys

I'm done trying with bitches they playing these games and I been a grown man since I was turning 18

Now I'm 20 and shit had to change I be focused on bread while these bitches be sucking on me

I could act like a fool they still wanna fuck

I pass to the bros they mopping 'em up

I fuck **** hoes and they know wassup

I'm really John Wick and I'm making 'em duck