ARMY ft. John Wicks Lyrics

LJ on the drop

Yeah man, wicks I'm back at it, I'm stepping over these niggas

Pussy boy

Yeah, let's go

This beefin' shit I don't condone it at your head early morning

Sniper gang a different army I'm sending hits at your homie

Ooh, let's get em off a me

Make a pussy nigga pop up, pussy nigga better shut up

It's a problem for your mama

Big c's, nigga hurry

All these niggas poppin' Perkins

I be geeked don't you worry

40 pop his head a pumpkin

Real niggas had no motion

If you fam, you better show it

ZZ why you folding

Pussy nigga think he motion, but that nigga really flaw

I be posted in the projects

Project Pooh a knock you off

Got the money, got the sauce

Fade away, John Wall

I'm that papi, I be hating

Put the dick in your broad

Kumbaya and your bitch love my squad

I be chasing cheddar and your bitch say I'm God

Popping shit, I'm wrecking shit

Them niggas, they facade

Monster, you a veteran

Don't let them kick you out

Upstate with them guys

ZZ recognize

BB apologize

Me, me, let him die

Me, me, take a life

He, he, actin' piped

This beefing shit, I don't condone it at your head early morning

Sniper gang a different army I'm sending hits at your homie

Ooh, let's get them off of me

Make a nigga pop up pussy

Nigga better shut up

It's a problem for your mama

Big c's, nigga

Hurry

All these niggas popping perkies

I be geeked

Don't you worry

40 pop his head a pumpkin real nigga had no motion

If you fam you better show it

ZZ, why you folded

Step on some shit like I'm wicks

Step on some shit like I'm John Wicks

Step on some shit like I step in Giuseppe

Wring out this neck like a towel

Hey, I know some killers from Broward okay

Drive off that lot wit no miles

Burning up rubber like it's black and mild

We in the trenches where shit a get vicious

And he thought it was sweet, but this shit done went sour yeah

Ain't even swallow the perk I was chewin it

Pop at your pet cause your dog is a poodle

I was going KTB with that fire

Cut throat, make a nigga feel like bill

I can do it sober

I don't got to get high

But I just took some molly and went on a drill

One of them apes that

Can't fuck with no snake

I'ma tickle your face with a tommy gun

We gon' light that shit up like a Jack O'Lantern

Sipping on drank it was red rum

And I ain't even swallow the perc

I was chewing it

Just met a zoe he gon teach me some vudu

I got that gas I put that croc in a pot

Chopping the head off a snake cooking a crab

She want my dick in her ass

Record it and then watch it on Hulu

Niggas never felt this pressure

Rellyrish on a whole new level

Fill the clip till it look like my schedule

She said tricks are for kids, she a pedo

I got on made a deal with the devil

We got glocks we got sticks, we got foreigns

They ask us how many, just tell them it's several

Fuck your bitch on the balcony, shoot up your faculty

I can't move if I do, it's with metal

Smith and Wesson, Allah who I trust

Me and wicks had to go up again

With my opps I'm not cordial and friendly

If he ain't no shooter, can't hop in his Benz

I fuck with them zombies

Niggas who kill shit on purpose, they don't want them accident murders might cat h'em a homi

If I'm in the trap, on the phone, and it glitch then I'm switching my service

This T-Mobile shit making me nervous