Lyrics:
on 'em low love when I see them fo' dead
We don't love hoes, we just get chose do you see me shaking my head?
The hat by Gucci, the shoes by Gucci
But
top so you can rest in a box with your fingers crossed
And when I knock better Know that my pistols cocked
We get it poppin on the low
Coz half
Second in command you cross that line nigga
Your dead where you stand you and your man Nigga
[Chorus: x2]
Now I'm back on a creep 'n real low key
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright
[2Pac +
And you can't fake the funk
Pistol attached to a nigga like breast lumps
Light on the black pump
Pumpin' on tank three
Three in the morning, I'm half
In the war zone with the hittas
Yeah, check gang though
I'ma pop up on you in the latest
Count my racks up, take a little dope
Get my pistol, I
the pistol
Tinted black, got the window right
Always shoot the gap at the yellow light
Bag of little yellow pills for the nerves
But it makes it even worse
bra
Then all I really want is for her to go down low
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
And all that deep shit I was previously
bra
Then all I really want is for her to go down low
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
And all that deep shit I was previously
Strip with a
Black and white blonde bitch
Pistol on the grip, yeah, I'm takin' no shit
(Boo yow) you see us as we ride by
Exit 405, now the shit's gettin'
shine
But we pay 'em no mind
I know what I was meant fo'
Coming for the show lights
Living like a low life
Didn't know that whole time I'm ready for
diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt
diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
Nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt
this nigga is
I got to do 'em like my cousin Dave do
Den we tap dem lights mothafucka hey you
Catch the ground up the shit I'ma pistol whip
I be
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
it up/throw it up throw it up I'm a throw it up/South Side Two Nines by my side/When I'm pulling up/Dipping in the low low with the homie solo/If they
shawty make it low
Bizzle got the pistol
Put one in ya make ya whizza
Relocate your body part
Hey ya walkin like a crippa
When nigga be actin
top
Slinging out the banshee
I can see the snake in you like Randy
I get high
I get fly
Drinkin lean jus make time go by
Money and power
Pistols
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
shells and I got a extra box
Ak 2 clips and I got a 40 Glock
Big dick hang low and it hold like 40 shots
Me all by my lonely tho you want me bitch I'm
and dropped my damn pistol
Nigga seen a red light then his heart stopped
I was cooking up some Betty White in that crockpot
Kel-Tec in your mouth, you surprised
em
If talking siesty bet I’m gonna know
No hesitation run up on ya both sides
Like the corner store whole new low
Like a two for one at the ninety nine
Two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
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