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John Wick
Hip-Hop/Rap
John Wick was released on May 2, 2025 by Hoodunatti Musiq Group LLC x Madd Floww Ent as a part of the album Trap Files 3
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Release DateMay 2, 2025
LabelHoodunatti Musiq Group LLC x Madd Floww Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teedo Gonzalez
Teedo Gonzalez
Rap
Bob G the Chef
Bob G the Chef
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Antonio Johnson
D'Antonio Johnson
Songwriter
Bobby Jennings
Bobby Jennings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rodney Wingard
Rodney Wingard
Engineer

Lyrics

Gwapcamole, keep the gwap up on me, keep the mop up on me
Keep the mop up on me, keep the gwap up on me
Gwapcamole on me keep the gwap on me, keep the mop up on me
Tenderoni, keep it tender on me, chopper blender on me
Spin the homies, like a ring of rosie, trigger finger hungry
Spend the hundred, cause I came from nothing, Django came from nothing
John Wick with a stick, throwin' bullets like Vick
I'ma pop my shit, I'ma flood my wrist
John Wick with a stick, throwin' bullets like Vick
I'ma pop my shit, I'ma flood my wrist
Stack the money up like Prangos, big blunts, it's like mango
No **** with a white boy, Django, I go to places where you can't go
Swervin' lanes, it's a Range Rove, hit your bitch from them angles
It take two to tango, I'm high in the sky like a rainbow
Drop out of college cause I was stuck and I'm fuckin' a bitch and I'm fuckin' a cousin
Bitches, you know they come dine a dozen, slide on a beat, just like a nothing
I pray to God I beat my case, child of God, I walk with grace
Trap **** still serve you an 8th, choppa leave you smokin' just like a vape
Chop my legs off, I'm still gon' run it, you ain't talkin' bout shit, boy, I already done it
If you call my phone, better be about money, laugh now, cry later, ain't shit funny
My closet be full of P's, my section be full of G's
She wet like Florida Keys, trap jumpin' like double D's
Gwapcamole on me keep the gwap on me, keep the mop up on me
Tenderoni, keep it tender on me, chopper blender on me
Spin the homies, like a ring of rosie, trigger finger hungry
Spend the hundred, cause I came from nothing, Django came from nothing
John Wick with a stick, throwin' bullets like Vick
I'ma pop my shit, I'ma flood my wrist
John Wick with a stick, throwin' bullets like Vick
I'ma pop my shit, I'ma flood my wrist
Walk out the bank, money I take, straight out the safe in the vault outta place
Mind your place, don't step out of place, can't you slipping if you step out of base
Hundred miles per hour, I serve of the plate, then hit a home run, swing for the gates
Stay in the gym, pushin' the weight, watch 'em on film, I study the play
Like Barry Sanders, I shake and I bake, don't cross the line, offsides on a play
Sendin' the blitz, bullet hit you like Vick, before a toilet, I been with the shits
Snap like a pit, serve white call it Brit,
Tell Brit to sit, then Brit she sit
Call me John Wick when I come with the stick, like Steph Curry I rarely miss
Block up on me, try to plot up on me, wipe the snot out homie
Not the sonny, Yeah, that's his homie, send his momma money
Cause she lonely, She was good before he tried to take my money, Gwapcamole, Keep that gwap up on me, keep that mop up on me
Gwapcamole on me keep the gwap on me, keep the mop up on me
Tenderoni, keep it tender on me, chopper blender on me
Spin the homies, like a ring of rosie, trigger finger hungry
Spend the hundred, cause I came from nothing, Django came from nothing
John Wick with a stick, throwin' bullets like Vick
I'ma pop my shit, I'ma flood my wrist
John Wick with a stick, throwin' bullets like Vick
I'ma pop my shit, I'ma flood my wrist
Written by: Bobby Jennings, D'Antonio Johnson
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