Joey Trap - John Wayne lyrics

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'