Lyrics:
that you do pick up up the phone
A prayer for you, shared for you, aware of you
Know we couldn’t reach an understanding
I live by how I wanna you live
legend I walk through this bitch and I carry my weapon
I keep me two pistols and them bitches Wessons
You walk up on me and your ass getting flattened
You
Shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck
Ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by
My lonely when I'm thumbing through
millions
Posted on Gangway, all my niggas drilling
Switching up pistols by the way I'm feeling
Ten sticks and I got it in my Casa
Catching plays
Yeah I'm
drop my phone it's plain to see
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It was a 2 month tour that ended in Japan
So the first day back I had to spend it with my fam
That
were only two words that I had to say
P-A-Y, B-A-C-K
The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead
Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded
Pinocchio
I ain't really sociable my
44 ain't approachable
Shawty I stay right close to the
Stupid ass pistol I like to
Make that thing transform
Fucking get
I'm talking about money
Pistol sounding like a Hi-Hat when it click clack
Feeling like the beatles when I told them get they get back
Getting 2 bitches
or die bitch
Feeling like "Priest Andretti"
On some "SupaFly shit"
Call me Quick Draw McGraw
Because a nigga pop quick
Pistol got the impact
Of a super
aint come in with my shorty
Leeko made the call so you know I'm down to ride
He said it's drama time so keep a pistol by my side
Might have a pistol
mind yo business man
Pull up with two pistols call me lil yosemite sam
Bitches get yo issue when dis drop that jelly gone jam
Bitches selling pussy
me in the hood
Posted by the store
pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If ya girl choose
let her do her thang
just like her mama nice ass nice
ballin just for the freaks
Catch me in the hood
Posted by the store
pistol in my lap on the phone countin dough
If ya girl choose
let her do her thang
just
Bo on the block
What it do
Opp got a Glock
Nigga betta have 2
Give him one shot
Put his ass on the news
I’m sending them shots
Fuck nigga
shit, talkin to my frat on the
phone Cuzzo let's do this hit the mall
Cop the Levi's, all of the loose fit She came by herself to my crib, baby it's
too
man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these
man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these
ain't want it
Woke up in the morning with two bitches made a porn
I didn't do this shit all by myself I had a army
She a boss bitch she pulling up in
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
nigga
Rest in peace [?], imma keep it lit
I swear me alone, I did about ten skits
I fuck wit big [?], he gone go for me
When I was like 8 months, he
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
and Able;
A gang banger by the time that i was 16, on the streets of Cleveland with a pistol tucked into my jeans/
Every night under the street lights would
Walk in house rifle by door money on floor couple pistols by couch come short hit u for a ounce role u in rug im gone bounce im realest dude in yo
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