Lyrics:
Pistol packing with the silencer
I got a 45 caliber
Crossing out dates on the calendar
Going places like a traveler
Louis Gucci need a balancer
U
Bitch you know exactly what I got
You knew exactly what I thought
45 caliber straight to your
Bitch you know exactly what I got
You knew exactly
.45 caliber lobotomy
Loss of everything I desire
With the water washing me away
Fighting fire tryna make a life despite of my own mind
25 to life I
is man
This shit just for fun man I do this shit in my sleep
(Shout out to GloRilla man)
99 problems but got the 45 caliber
9 millimeter cocked ready
Hallow me out like the chamber
In your .45 Caliber revolver
Shoot me up with a lethal dose
Drain the tub give me clothes
Carry me cross your borders
the head
45 caliber make sure your dead
All down the block
On the look out for opps
I know where at and I got the drop
Talking shit and then you can hit
a drive-by, 45 caliber, never lie
That guy's always tweaking off his fucking mind
I'm laying in bed, still writing in my phone notes
Trying to put together
.45 caliber swords.
St. George: That's about the size of it.
Dragon: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! You slay me!!
St. George: That's what I wanted to talk
Huh nigga what we soldiers
[Mystikal]
I'm a buffalo soldier smokin' dolja
.45 caliber armered pistol when I load I could stop a bull dozer
March
to get up wit ya
Came ways, g23 hit ya make way
45 calibers man i hit em
45 calibers man i hit em
They wanna see me down
He wanna let off rounds
That
me driven to the point of no return home
So the streets I roam, don't catch chrome to the dome
Of this flat black .45 caliber Glock, gat, gun,
me driven to the point of no return home
So the streets I roam, don't catch chrome to the dome
Of this flat black .45 caliber Glock, gat, gun,
a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly fucking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch
.45 caliber swords.
St. George: That's about the size of it.
Dragon: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! You slay me!!
St. George: That's what I wanted to talk
.45 caliber in the face
Shot him in the head because of his race
Now that he is dead, will we plead his case?
While the executioner's out on grace
a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly fucking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch
a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly fucking us up
Thats why we’re buck wild
Call me porch
oh no
Dog don't argue to live this is so no
45 caliber will have your skin bono make your skin bono make your skin bono
Bustas don't bother me
is so no
45 caliber will have your skin Bono make your skin Bono make your skin Bono
Bustas don't bother me no
Unless I bust a top for the 8-5-0
the hardcore fall, cause I'm heavy-handed
Whip out a .45 caliber pen and begin
A funky message from beginning to end
Peace be to Africa, can't forget my other
that'll lift they feet, smack they face in.
36 Shaolin twists, all hate sh**
Rubbergrip 45 caliber spit
You get your face changed son, f***'em all
W's
so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be
I'm a chief as a genuine minion
Imaginations
Imaginations
Imagine my frustrations
I think [you pick?] a fight with a .45 caliber
Won't [Lord?] help you
the .45 caliber rap
Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat
Call 911, you still can't score
You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war
Yeah, you
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