PistolPete (feat. I money)
Chewy2quick
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Drum got more shots then the gahdamn bar We trap on the road so we spark in the car This gas too stank I hadda use a jar Gotta be in my city I won't drive far Chewy rollin up the papers I'm rollin up the gar I money on the track so I gotta go hard I gotta lotta plays I'm really hard to guard Fightin this drank feelin like we spared Fightin this drank almost fell asleep She ate this dick bon appetit Get the money go to bed repeat She a bad bitch with a good physique I know she cool when I ride with heat Hot on the block like Texas Pete Applying the pressure they can't compete Better fill your plate it's time to eat Ima shoot the shot pistol Pete She text my phone she missin me I sell za I smoke for free Got good business it's a garentee Link up with the bros we gone smoke a p I spend too much on exotic weed Ran thru a hunnid feel like Kareem How much pape can I stuff in my jeans Thumb thru money jus to blow off steam Invested in rap, weed, lean I see big things happening for me I was up 50 before I had id Livin life feel like a dream Pray to lord my soul to keep Know I'm in the fastest car like tyreek hill ain't catchin me In a Super vic my lifestyle different do exclusive things My new bitch pretty as hell an she a freak always want sex with me A Real high roller I count racks in a penthouse suite Can't even help myself makin plays up in the lobby This coupe I'm in convertible drop the top this bitch robotic All this money on me a bank you'd think I robbed it Nigga keep a bankroll it's too much can't use a wallet My bitch real bad she hard to impress Bag for a band and nun less I might buss a play in a Louie vest Za hit hard when you feel it in your chest Gas for the low ain't nun like the rest Roll a threepointfive when I'm feelin stressed Good za in the buck yeah it's the best If you really want guap you better invest She diggin my steeze she like how I dress I'm crazy for bread I swear I'm obsessed I'm eating real good it's hard to digest And f*ck a shoe box I need a whole chest Sippin drank in the south we not in the west Say she a freak ima put her to the test She got a nice booty but I'm lookin at the breast If you cop a couple bags you might get blessed Drum got more shots then the gahdamn bar We trap on the road so we spark in the car This gas too stank I hadda use a jar Gotta be in my city I won't drive far Chewy rollin up the papers I'm rollin up the gar I money on the track so I gotta go hard I gotta lotta plays I'm really hard to guard Fightin this drank feelin like we spared
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