Tag: John Wick


Future – Undefeated Lyrics


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[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Verse 1: Future]
Two loaded guns, I got double the shells
Count all the blue when I’m in the Chanel
Choppa in the Coupe and I move like a snail
You could smell all type of Kush in the air
Supply and demand and you movin’ them bells
You keepin’ that paper, it’s hot on your trail
Shootin’ the laser, yeah
Fresh in the blazer, yeah
Wrist like a glacier, yeah
Sharp as a razor, yeah
Big as a mayor, yeah
Hook her and slay her, yeah
Trust me, the player, yeah
I do not eat her, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah
It’s therapeutic, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 2: Future]
Low as the vibes, they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I whip in that block
Family gon’ die when it come to the boss
Spray with the five when you hear the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin’ off
Stay in the streets and I’m breakin’ the law
Hang on that corner and they sendin’ that boy
You come with them dollars, you come for the boy
Came with the style, this drip isn’t a sport

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
I got that bougie chick totin’ a pole
I grant that wish like a Cosmo
Bentley truck, not a Tahoe
Bashout, a thousand or more
Headshot, put the cash on you, fool
Gucci socks, Chanel, too
Big slime, bringin’ all the hoes
Yeah, baby, I’m thuggin’, I don’t know about you
Yeah, John Wick, shooter, yeah they killin’, ooh
Yes, I’m a big deal, pocket full of blues
‘Leven hunnid for the pant, ‘leven for the shoes
Christian Dior, Cuban link, Honolulu
You are not with it
These niggas tellin’
I seen it on television
Yeah, I send ’em some racks
He gon’ wrap it and mail it
Yeah, I sent the ho home
She was actin’ too petty

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 4: Future]
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon’ snooze, then we gon’ lose
Shoot at the fool, then Whinnie the Pooh
Put it on cruise, makin’ her drool
Makin’ the news, makin’ the news
Scratchin’ her mouth, makin’ the news

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Outro: Future]
I’m undefeated, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah


Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics


[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho