Pistol Pistol (Remix)歌词

O' Trice c'mon
Yeah, ****** got me
I'mma get 'em
It ain't over
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice
And I'm poppin' the clip 'bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to **** through
You seen us on the ave ain't just to get you
While my ***** is a mag when I lift it hits you
'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
I solemnly swear on my daughters tears
The ***** that got 'em in the head to fill it before the year ends
I hope you inconspicuous my friend
'Cause once the word get back you in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him for tryna murder what's
Been determined as the first solo African
To go platinum where the accident happened at
But maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back
My momma blood pressure was affected from that
My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time
Exact now and ****** act wild, when the mac come out
Y'all ****** ex' out
And I don't wanna hear X Y Z
I'm X'ing out your whole entity for tryin' to kill me
Filthy *********** I'll show you what real be
When these HTB's light up your kidneys
I'm so sincere you see in a hearse this year
It's not a verse it's a curse from birth
And what's on your person over here, this is Obie hearin' clear
****** beware, we're coming at you with firearms in air
And your purpose on superfluous, how could I be merciful
When murkin me's a mercenary's goal?
***** I got paper, I'll have ya ass urgently exposed
No emergency's bringin' back your souls
Slugs shatter your bones, for patt pattin' me in the dome
Learn this pattern-in we catch him at home, he wrong
That's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen
Another dirty *********** gone
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice
And I'm poppin' the clip 'bout to fix this issue
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to **** through
You seen us on the ave ain't just to get you
While my ***** is a mag when I lift it hits you
'Cause I don't go no where without my pistol, pistol
Second round's on me
Robbin', shootin', killin', murder
Oh **** run
Robbin', shootin', killin', murde编辑于2023/12/11更新