Letra de 'John Wick' de Migos

I don't need no shooter nigga
One gunman
I just dress in all black, with my gun man
Like John Wick

All black, one gunman
John Wick
That's a badman
All black, one gunman
John Wick

One man, honcho
Truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie
Don't move in camo

Gloves on, no evi
Trigger finger, forever ready
One man, out the jungle
One machete turn you to spaghetti

One bullet, one headshot
It's sad to say it made his legs slop
(Shhh)

Don't call the cops
Wrap his body put it in a box
If you the hancho then you make the drop
Gotta pay for the dirt that you're doing 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 you don't want the two to mix

Have a 4th of July on the 6th
When you're broke pay the bills bitch
But when you're rich you can kill shit
I'm John Wick with the black tints
Got gun peepholes on my car kits

When them niggas killed my dog Pistol P
A nigga turned into John Wick
I told them my Mustang was not for sale
But they still tried me like my name was John Wick

These niggas don't know who they fuckin' with
Bodies poppin' up unfortunate
I'm a catch him slipping just like Ricky
When you plottin' on a nigga shit get ugly

(Griowwww) John Wick
(pew, pew)

Call of Duty shit
When it come to the artillery, I'm very talented
Takeoff Dahmer, I be killing shit
Mini AK with the banana clip

When I travel put it in my travel kit
Rick James, I'm rich bitch
Momma told me I'm a walking lick
The trap game is Madden, no need to ask Madden

I just hit the plug with 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 your chimney into the kitchen
Scope on the chopper I see you chillin'
Hit you and your wife and I leave the children

All black, Hatchback
Got the chopper in the trunk of that
Kidnap the nephew where your uncle at
Selling the junkie stepped on like a welcome mat

Feel like the president since they killed Pistol
Got the pistol looking at you now you sentimental
Thinking to himself how did he get up in a pickle
I can get you knocked down by a nigga want a nickel

Hell Mary
Think it look like Halloween up in February
Birds in the trap singing Mary Mary
Bullets tickle your stomach like pillsbury

Look for him everyday till you find him
Cut off his wife and you're to remind him
Do not drop out when I say something
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 you knocked off even if it's minor
Cooking up the dough sneezin' fuck with my sinus

I'm with the shits fuck nigga
I'm John Wick
Hit his ass with the gauge and it hurt my wrist
Reach for the chain and his body glitch
50 Cent AK the magic stick