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I’m Coming After You John Wick (Part II)

You got me G, and thanks for the tip
Yeah, I’ve heard this nigga be talking cash shit  
I know where his ass be head up, it’s time for me to send this bitch  
Be careful this fuck wears many disguises  
You can fuck his bitch, just give me the lye  
I thought he knew one of your boys  
That handsome Cuban Cartel is just a substitute when I don’t want to play with expensive toys  

A booster listed on my speed dial, when I need some loose cash  
Got his money, his hard dick, and then sold him some nose trash  
Wait, we got the dope and the money  
Na’ll it’s about a fuck not paying homage to this butter rum honey  
You got the grenades, let’s ATM his ass  
This will be last bitch in high heels, taking him to task
 
Why don’t you let a nigga handle this  
Na’ll I got this, this is some easy shit  
It's about only John Wick
I get his blood marker, to handle him any way he comes
He is the one on the run
This crew, we hunt our targets from sundown until the rise of that sun
And I won’t have to flash him my clit  
Suck on his flaccid dick  
Or let him nutt all up in my wet creamy slit  
 
You are one ruthless bitch  
True dat, with the feline grace of a kitty cat, yet, will take out a snitch  
Mean streets mastered, and my shit is still legit  
You know how we we cash out a nigga East Coast style  
Put his ass six feet under, he’ll still be asking the maggots why  
 
Motherfucker you ready to do this shit with me  
All bets are off, this ain’t about no tease  
They have messed with the wrong dick sucker  
Watch your back, if not, I got friends in high places, moving dope and bodies like a conductor  
 
There that punk ass nigga go
As usual, John Wick, done paid someone he trust to throw us off his scent, a hired hand cruising around town with some dead beat broke looking hoe  
Do his ass, put his mouth out commission  
Yeah, you right, his right-hand man was the one who came to my pond lip talking and fishing
I got his blood marker now he running and wishing  
 
Where the hell is John Wick, you have two seconds to confess
Make that one, after that, you inhale your last breath
You lie to me
Pop Pop and just like that you feel that lead burning in your knee
The head shot is next at best
Then my bullets will not cease to rest
My Queen, let the man speak
We not here to cause war, me and my boys stand here in peace
I suggest you tell, my Queen what she wants to know
Or her hollow points will no doubt flow
Then I will make sure I leave your guts exposed for the vultures and the crows  

Look at the motherfucker now bleeding, Gee lift his weapon from behind his back
You tell us where we can find John Wick and we let you go to ward off this attack
Ain’t telling you shit nigger yeah bitch I spitted at your shoes
You going down Queen, just a matter of time when John takes your ass out… you gonna lose
Gee, I know this fuck did not call me a nigger, and then hawked on my pair of Weitzman stilettoes
Your call My Queen, what you want me to do
Break both legs, then his nose, the shoot off his toes
This is personal, so let me get a closer look  
Oh, you thought you were the shit, now you squirming on my hook  
 
Not stepping to me correct  
Showing me and my crew disrespect  
Chest all swollen, yet, how does it feel my stilettoes crushing your neck  
Gee, look at him now turning blue, gasping for breath, or you still feeling yourself  
In the throne under my hollow points talk bitch, you between life and death  
 
Bae shoot that punk ass nigga, and let’s bounce  
But before we do, take all this motherfucker’s money and every ounce  
And such a sad shame, I respected, for your G game  
Tell the Devil I said hello bitch, in hell, just remember my name  
Pop Pop

Who do we know, Gee who can pinpoint John Wick’s whereabouts
My Queen, that fuck is slicker than liquor when trying to evade, being caught and he is known for sneaking in and out
When coming for his enemies, we know he gets who he wants on his time
Just make sure, we be ready, bullets exchanging and his riddled  dead body be left at the scene of the crime

That’s what I’m talking about my Queen
Written by The_Nun_Runner
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