Lyrics:
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm runnin with a click thats bein' hunted by the grim reaper
To all
couldn't run it so we take the blade up in the booth
Since we couldn't shoot
We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
I'm blessed, puffin
yo
22's on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
That's how we live, it is what it is
We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
We know
didn't even run, he walked away (bust)
'cause I let it sit that day
I wished I was there I would've clowned
But that's why we axed your bitch ass
BOUT
I HEARD YOU FROM THE SOUF
Bitch run yo mouth
It won’t be long
This pistol in yo mouf
You bound the cross line
So toot that iron
You do tha anyway?
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
the hounds at bay
Don't give up, you'll find a way
Refuse to be controlled by anyone
And the walls that you run into
Break 'em down you know you have two
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll,
official nigga
I ain't dancing baby, I'm just pistol jiggin
(Aye)
This my pistol dance
You gotta pistol in this bitch we can be pistol friends
I'm Mr. Pistol
We hunt for it, we gone gun for it
Been in situations where we had to run forrest run
Won't do no running if they come for us
Never lackin, get it
(Here are the thrill seekers)
The loose mic with two stripes, keeps moving
Like turnpikes, nothing average like the mastered assassin
We bring
(Here are the thrill seekers)
The loose mic with two stripes, keeps moving
Like turnpikes, nothing average like the mastered assassin
We bring
as funk, when you broke and niggas need a pistol
Your brother blasted outta state, and he ain't leave a pistol? (Huh?)
Feed it crystal, let it go and Run
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
let it rain, ahk
Bullets rain on you like
They motherfucking raindrops
Money long gone B
I spend it on my gun advance
The evolution pistol make his body
at you and I'm trying to kill it
Run away with these scars on my own
I heard you want my soul, I won't be alone
Two times, one hit
Don't blink, don't
on the run, ducking 2 shots to the dome
[C-Murder]
It ain't no limit to the mothafucking bitches we fuck
My tank niggaz bout to make the world blow up
the East coast to one big creep show
South premisy, Filthy-delphia pistol bangers
Pistol changin', pistol bangin'
I lift metal like Lithuanians
Two thousand
grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Fuck it, you got
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
Better run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his home
Better run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his home
Better run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust. Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Makes a move, send flowers straight to his home
Discuss these we run it by 2 pistols Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In