Migos - John Wick lyrics

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(Intro)

I don't need no shooter nigga

One gunman

I just dress in all black, wit my gun man

Like John Wick

(Hook x6)

All black, one gunman

John wick

That's a badman

(Verse: Quavo)

One man, Huncho, truck load, ammo

All black, suit and tie

Don't move and camo

Gloves on, no heavy

Trigger finger, foreva ready

One man, out the jungle

One machete turn ya to spaghetti

One bullet one headshot

It's sad to say it made his legs slop

Don't call the cops

Wrap his body put it in a box

If ya the huncho then ya make the drop

Gotta pay for the dirt that yo doin' off top

I pay for mine when I see his head

That's the same way the gladiators did

I'm the gunman but I love the kids

Quavo superman, Quavo John Wick

And ya don't want the two to mix

Have a forth of July on the 6th

When yo broke pay the bills bitch

But when you're rich ya can kill shit

I'm John Wick with the black tints

Got gun pepos in the car kits

(Hook x6)

(Verse 2: Takeoff)

When them niggas killed my dog Pistol Pete

A nigga turned into John Wick

I told them my mustang was not for sale

But they still trapped me like my name was John Wick

These niggas don't know who they fucking wit

Bodies popping up unfortunate

I'm a catch him slippin' just like Wick when ya

Plotting on a nigga shit get ugly

Krrraaw John wick, Call of Duty shit

When it come to the artillery

I'm very talented

Take a downer, I be killin' shit

Mini AK wit the banana clip

When I travel put it in my travel kit

Rick James, I'm rich bitch

Momma told me I'm a walkin' lick

The trap game is madden no need to ask madden

I just hit the plug wit the hitstick

No Santa Claus I'm on my grinch shit

Fuck it might light the block up like it's Christmas

I'd be a fool if I leave a witness

Come through yo chimney into the kitchen

Scope on the chopper I see ya chilling

Hit ya and yo wife and I leave the children

(Hook x6)

(Verse 3: Offset)

All black, Hatchback

Got the choppa in the trunka-dat

Kidnap the nephew where yo uncle at

Sellin' the junkie stepped on like a welcome mat

Feel like the president since they killed Pistol

Got the pistol lookin' at ya now ya sentimental

Thinkin' to himself how did he get up in a pickle

I can get ya knocked down by a nigga want a nickel

Hell Mary

Think it look like Halloween up in February

Birds in the trap singin' Mary Mary

Bullets tickle yo stomach like pillsbury

Look for him erryday 'til ya find him

Cut off his wife and yo to remind him

Do not drop out when I say somethin'

Send him the key that's the assignment

Set this shit on fire change the climate

Throw the body in the river up and winding

I'll get ya knocked off even if it's minor

Cookin' up the dough sneezing fuck wit my sinus

I'm wit the shit fuck nigga, I'm John Wick

Hit his ass wit the gauge and it hurt my wrist

Reach for the chain and his body glitch

50 Cent AK the magic stick

(Hook x6)