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young bull & ralfy the plug - john wick lyrics

[intro: young bull]
n_gga
(what are you gonna do? you gonna k!ll me, mr. j?)
(what?)

[chorus: young bull]
got a pocket full of blues, i’m in my zone
wockhardt, hi_tech, fifty shots’ll get him gone
don’t play with me, lil’ n_gga, i’m not the one
k!ll a n_gga or my dog, i’m john wick with these guns
got a pocket full of blues, i’m in my zone
wockhardt, hi_tech, fifty shots’ll get him gone
don’t play with me, lil’ n_gga, i’m not the one
k!ll a n_gga or my dog, i’m john wick with these guns

[verse 1: duffy & blue pesos]
gang and them, i’m flu flammin’ with the thugs
shoes from neiman’s, still walkin’ through the mud
would i be wrong if i up chop and get him gone?
i ain’t talkin’ to these n_ggas, n_ggas hoes
i came with pippy long, who want smoke? i’m not the one for it
caught him slippin’ in his slippers, now it’s game over
lame n_ggas poppin’ it, i don’t know them n_ggas
stinc team, he mad his main b_tch, he mad his main b_tch be rollin’ for us (you know what’s goin’ on)

[verse 2: blue pesos]
homebody, r.i.p. to his son
i start slappin’ b_tch n_ggas up for fun
he keep dissin’, we gon’ pop him in the club
all that who rah sh_t got him chipped, so what?
go crazy, i just slayed him with this gun
gang and them’ll chastice him, we don’t do no one_on_one
check my distro, b_tch, it’s like 30k this month
stinc team, we be on that, these other n_ggas bunk
b_tch
[chorus: young bull]
got a pocket full of blues, i’m in my zone
wockhardt, hi_tech, fifty shots’ll get him gone
don’t play with me, lil’ n_gga, i’m not the one
k!ll a n_gga or my dog, i’m john wick with these guns
got a pocket full of blues, i’m in my zone
wockhardt, hi_tech, fifty shots’ll get him gone
don’t play with me, lil’ n_gga, i’m not the one
k!ll a n_gga or my dog, i’m john wick with these guns

[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
snuck in the club, i bet i brought the biggest gun
way before the hype, i was doin’ shows on the run
you rappin’ to get your soul back, i’m doin’ this sh_t for fun
you the type to try to rob a n_gga with bullets with no gun
“how many grams you got on your neck, ralfy?” a ton
i only want exotic stincy buds in my blunt
she served me head and bread, you took the b_tch to brunch
she was suckin’ d_ck, she sent you to work with no lunch
lil’ timmy ain’t gon’ have no punch to go with his school lunch
i’m the type to send an opp baby to school with a cool cup
he got rolled up in the county, refused to throw his dukes up
i wish these n_ggas’d go back to d_ckies and chucks
the plug

- young bull ralfy the plug lyrics

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