[Chorus:] Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga(put down that 45) Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga(gotta let that 40 ride) Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga (let's do a homicide) Don't ever wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga Don't wanna see you with that 45 unless you gon' ride If I say you gon' die motherfucker I get so loud What you be procrastinating I think you f*ck around with pistols cause they fascinating You motherfuckers ain't gon' do nothing When you get through frontin' niggas out here already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothing End up at the pearly gates when they test you Gotta dirty face but what you know about a 30 ain't special shit And I know them hard words make you jump up with your? when you got the mosburg pump bitch And the shortys lookin' at you like a punk bitch Cause you ain't making what you claim ain't gon' dump click You gon cry when you hear them bullets dumping when them shortys come and ride on you (when the pistol click clack) If you still alive will you really get the dumpin' if you got that 45 on you? [Chorus] Once upon a time in the sha there was three real killas who bust guns and puff fire They cut weight by the key and baggin' every gram Instead? bustin' with the pistol in they hand I'm preachin' murder like a vicious reverend About niggas who claim they shootin' but they never seen 357s Now what reason would you hold it up Put that pistol down nigga pick that weed up roll it up Twista up the light you don't really won die Stop your blood clot crying Your bullets don't fly ? aim smooth? I keep that Smith and Wesson with me like I'm black moon Toss up the living room storm through the kitchen I caught that nigga in the bathroom shittin' and pissin' What you shakin' for I thought you said you ready to ride Don't be coming with me if you ain't strapped because I [Chorus] I keep a p95 nine milli rugger You fuckin' with a shooter Quick to bloody your suit up My aim impeccable point like a decibel 300 feet away in a tower snipin' a festival What you know about 9's and glock 40's And 45's see our 15's with the 5 pound slide Thirty shot clips snub noses with the rubber grips Wicked techs that'll put the kiss of death on your lover's lips ? we get the squeeze nigga Ak-47s make them bitches retreat nigga Like a g nigga I make em bleed nigga ? I'm bustin' that's on my c nigga My war chest is filled with ballers and techs Ski masks gloves and vests so nigga what's next nigga It's real thuggin' you a bitch to the bone If you ain't go through nothin' shorty leave them pistols alone [Chorus]
Written by: CALVIN THOMAS, CARL TERRELL MITCHELL, FREDERICK TAYLOR, JABARI BRISTOW
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