PistolPete (feat. I money)

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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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Written by: Chewy Quick

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