John Wayne Lyrics

Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder

I'm John Wayne, f*ck the sheriff, my nigga
It's recipes, bro, why they bury my niggas (Bitch, bitch)
I made this myself, didn'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 f*ckin' forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil' head tucked (Yeah)
I'm the man, f*ckin' keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain't wanna f*ck me, but my friend f*cked (She f*cked)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
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
I do not f*ck with subordinates
I heard that you was a bitch nigga-, wait
I cannot f*ck with no bitch niggas (Haha)
I done came up and got rich nigga-, wait

I'm John Wayne, f*ck the sheriff, my nigga
It's recipes, bro, why they bury my niggas
I made this myself, didn'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 (Bitch)
I hop out a Rari, embarrass you niggas (Nyoom)
I love all the money, might marry it (Skrrt)
Wait, got the world on my back, I be carrying niggas, I'm- (Bitch)
I've been on my high horse
f*ck your resource, you ain't heard about me (Bitch, yeah)
Black Air Force on, niggas doubt me (Niggas doubt me)
But I came through stuntin', like "Howdy, bitch!" (Howdy)
Nigga turned broke to rich
Ain't talkin' Nintendo Switch, I smash these bitches (Gang)
You know I'ma thrash these bitches (Bitch)
And then I'm gon' pass these bitches
What you talkin' 'bout, yeah
Sick and need a motherf*ckin' doctor (Sick and need a motherf*ckin' doctor)
Always keep a pistol or a chopper (Always keep a pistol or a chopper) I came on the horse, a helicopter

I'm John Wayne, f*ck the sheriff, my nigga
It's recipes, bro, why they bury my niggas (Bitch, bitch)
I made this myself, didn'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 f*ckin' forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil' head tucked (Yeah)
I'm the man, f*ckin' keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain't wanna f*ck me, but my friend f*cked (She f*cked)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I'm just stylin'

Look at wild west, nigga
Don't flex, nigga
You could get death, nigga (Flex)
Might f*ck around and break a nigga neck, nigga (Bitch)
Never went to class but I be up for them tests niggas
Who's next, nigga?
In the Tesla, uh, with the pistol, uh
And the pissed off [?]
Drop your bitch off, uh, [?] pound up
No round up, get your cows up
That's the white niggas, 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 (Nyoom)
That's too much, ain't get that (Haha)
These niggas lame, these niggas wack

I'm John Wayne, f*ck the sheriff, my nigga
It's recipes, bro, why they bury my niggas (Bitch, bitch)
I made this myself, didn'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 f*ckin' forget her (Designer)
I keep a revolver so keep your lil' head tucked (Yeah)
I'm the man, f*ckin' keep rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain't wanna f*ck me, but my friend f*cked (She f*cked)
Had to pay couple bands for the Benz truck (Skrr)
Came into town with a whole lot of money, I put that on god
Remember them days I used to be robbin', now I'm just stylin'

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