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John Wic - I Don't Talk Lyrics



John Wic - I Don't Talk Lyrics




[ Featuring Playboi Carti ]

(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)

I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain?
Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe
Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain
Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim
Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class
VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad
Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag
Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan
I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you)

Pull the choppa out bet it make you do the running man
Get the money not correct up a check count again
I'ma f*ck a bitch bet a thousand that I'll f*ck her friend
This a two seater no back seat you can't get in
On the backstreet posted wit killers and hooligans
With massage seats 550 Mercedes-Benz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, opposite niggas they don't survive
Yeah, say you stackin' money on money but that's a lie
Pretty Penny keep a SK when I'm bout to ride
Fox 5, man down, uh, a homicide
Shots fired, niggas 'til they turn run and hide
Hopping out the bush, you witnessed it, might leave you lil' surprised
Valentino slippers walkin', steppin' like we on a brick
Cartier vision, so I can see that nigga legit
Come to find out yo' partner got joog wit' counterfeit
Let me find out you wearin' fake jewelry , you need to quit (uh)
I don't shoot at legs, I aim it right at yo' face
Transport the dope, the money stashed in the safe (get it out of there)
Bb belt, ruby stone shining on my waist
Supercharged 911 Porsche, you wanna race?
A lot of ammunition, if the pussy gotta play (Lot of ammo)
Say you gettin' to the money but you really in the way
Fifty thousand to a hunnid make the back in a day
I was raised in the hood, niggas die everyday (everyday)

I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain?
Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe
Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain
Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim
Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class
VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad
Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag
Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan
I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you)

Say it, say it
Bitch, I'm with my slatt, big pipes, yeah (slatt)
Bitch, I'm with my slime with no marks, yeah
Ice on my neck, I don't talk yeah (slatt)
Gang shit, we ain't fought, yeah
Lil' hunnid racks, I was off it
In the moshpit, yeah, and we pop shit
In the moshpit, yeah, in the dungeon
Yeah, uh, feelin' dummy
I ain't even talk and she can't quit
Still sip red, hold up (slatt)
I'm about to flex on this lame bitch, yeah
I'm about to flex on this dumb bitch
Diamonds on my neck I'm a young bih, yeah
F*ckin' on your bitch on a jet, yeah, hold up
I ain't even talk and she can't quit (hoodrich, nigga)

I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain?
Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe
Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain
Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim
Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class
VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad
Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag
Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan
I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you)

Dj Lil Keem, what up?
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(Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)

I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain?
Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe
Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain
Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim
Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class
VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad
Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag
Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan
I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you)

Pull the choppa out bet it make you do the running man
Get the money not correct up a check count again
I'ma f*ck a bitch bet a thousand that I'll f*ck her friend
This a two seater no back seat you can't get in
On the backstreet posted wit killers and hooligans
With massage seats 550 Mercedes-Benz
Yeah, yeah, yeah, opposite niggas they don't survive
Yeah, say you stackin' money on money but that's a lie
Pretty Penny keep a SK when I'm bout to ride
Fox 5, man down, uh, a homicide
Shots fired, niggas 'til they turn run and hide
Hopping out the bush, you witnessed it, might leave you lil' surprised
Valentino slippers walkin', steppin' like we on a brick
Cartier vision, so I can see that nigga legit
Come to find out yo' partner got joog wit' counterfeit
Let me find out you wearin' fake jewelry , you need to quit (uh)
I don't shoot at legs, I aim it right at yo' face
Transport the dope, the money stashed in the safe (get it out of there)
Bb belt, ruby stone shining on my waist
Supercharged 911 Porsche, you wanna race?
A lot of ammunition, if the pussy gotta play (Lot of ammo)
Say you gettin' to the money but you really in the way
Fifty thousand to a hunnid make the back in a day
I was raised in the hood, niggas die everyday (everyday)

I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain?
Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe
Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain
Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim
Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class
VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad
Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag
Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan
I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you)

Say it, say it
Bitch, I'm with my slatt, big pipes, yeah (slatt)
Bitch, I'm with my slime with no marks, yeah
Ice on my neck, I don't talk yeah (slatt)
Gang shit, we ain't fought, yeah
Lil' hunnid racks, I was off it
In the moshpit, yeah, and we pop shit
In the moshpit, yeah, in the dungeon
Yeah, uh, feelin' dummy
I ain't even talk and she can't quit
Still sip red, hold up (slatt)
I'm about to flex on this lame bitch, yeah
I'm about to flex on this dumb bitch
Diamonds on my neck I'm a young bih, yeah
F*ckin' on your bitch on a jet, yeah, hold up
I ain't even talk and she can't quit (hoodrich, nigga)

I been trappin' tryna stay down, nigga where's yo' chain?
Hit a lick, put the cash right back in the safe
Got me drippin' on these niggas like I spilt some wet paint
Niggas hate but I go to places that these niggas can't
What you claim, nigga? Do you bang? We are not the same
Maintain, 'Rari switchin' lanes, drinkin' purple rain
Out the window wit the Mossberg pump, perfect aim
Playin' wit the gang nigga lose yo life to my chain
Catch you down bad with a Glock 40 and a MAC
Gettin' big bucks, put the money in the garbage bag
Yeah I'm flexed up you can see two hundred on my dash
Run the check up, I was trappin' you was sittin' in class
VVS diamond water got you starin' lookin' mad
Tryna plot, .40 take yo' life, that's a toe tag
Bombs in the trap like a nigga from Afghanistan
I don't wanna talk to you, Benjamin my only friend (I don't wanna talk to you)

Dj Lil Keem, what up?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, John Wic
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: John Wic
Featuring: Playboi Carti
Length: 4:09
Written by: Jordan Terrell Carter, John Wic

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