John Wayne - Joey Trap

Akachi

He on the beat, it’s a murder

I’m John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga

It’s rest in peace bro, why they buried my niggas?

I made this myself, ain’t inherit shit, nigga

Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though

My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)

I might take your girl and then fuck her, forget her (Designer)

I keep a revolver, so keep your lil' head tucked

I’m the man, fuck it, keep rubber bands up

She ain’t wanna fuck me, but my friend fucked

Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrrt)

Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on God (Bitch)

Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I’m just stylin'

New Hennessy, I imported it

Sorry to see all these pussies, unfortunate

You need a plug, then just send your coordinates

Look, I do not fuck with subordinates

I heard that you was a bitch nigga, wait

I do not fuck with no bitch niggas

I done came up and got rich, nigga, wait

I’m John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga

It’s rest in peace bro, why they buried my niggas?

I made this myself, ain’t inherit shit, nigga

Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though

Yeah, I’m too lit though

Gotta keep a Smith & Wess', uh-uh-uh

Always keep a stick like I fence, uh-uh-uh

Crazy livin' in the wild west, uh-uh-uh (Bitch)

Pull up on your shorty, make a mess, uh-uh, look

I hop out a 'Rari, embarrass you niggas

I love all the money, might marry it, wait (Skrrt)

Got the world on my back, I be carrying niggas, I’m

I’ve been on my high horse

Fuck your resource, you ain’t heard about me

Black Air Force on, niggas doubt me

But I came through stuntin' like, «Howdy, bitch»

Nigga turned broke to rich

Ain’t talkin' Nintendo Switch, I smash these bitches

You know I’ma thrash these bitches and then I’m gon' pass these bitches

I’m talkin' 'bout, yeah

Sick, I need a motherfuckin' doctor (Sick, I need a motherfuckin' doctor)

Always keep a pistol or a chopper (Always keep a pistol or the chopper)

I came on a horse, a helicopter

I’m John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga

It’s rest in peace bro, why they buried my niggas?

(Bitch, bitch)

I made this myself, ain’t inherit shit, nigga

Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though

My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)

I might take your girl and then fuck her, forget her (Designer)

I keep a revolver, so keep your lil' head tucked

I’m the man, fuck it, keep rubber bands up

She ain’t wanna fuck me, but my friend fucked (He fucked)

Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrrt)

Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on God (Bitch)

Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I’m just stylin'

Wicked wild west, nigga

Don’t flex, nigga, you could get death, nigga (Flex)

Might fuck around, break a nigga neck, nigga (Bitch)

Never went to class, but I bet I’m finna test niggas

Who’s next, nigga?

In the Tesla, uh, with the pistol, uh, and they pissed off, uh

Drop your bitch off, uh, pick a pound up

No round-up, get your cows up

That’s the white nigga, like milk, bitch

That’s real shit, hat tilted

On bronem, on foenem (On who?)

On horses, got four of them

Or a V12, drink a V8

Smoke top shelf, gotta wait, wait

That’s too much, ain’t get that (Haha)

These niggas lame, these niggas wack

I’m John Wayne, fuck the sheriff, my nigga

It’s rest in peace bro, why they buried my niggas?

(Bitch, bitch)

I made this myself, ain’t inherit shit, nigga

Of course they don’t want me to win, I’m too big though

My boots really made from Margiela (Designer)

I might take your girl and then fuck her, forget her (Designer)

I keep a revolver, so keep your lil' head tucked

I’m the man, fuck it, keep rubber bands up

She ain’t wanna fuck me, but my friend fucked (He fucked)

Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrrt)

Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on God (Bitch)

Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I’m just stylin'