Lyrics:
fuckin' with the elite, oh no
You just a bitch in the sky, I hear cries
'Cause you can't whistle for your guys
Surprise when you saw this pistols in
a nigga can make it out, just look how the odds weighin
Out
I feel the hate, but that shit come regardless
223's bustin' out this cartridge
I try to tell
floor and the slated wooden ceiling
La, la, la
Cuddling my semi-automatic what a very fuzzy feeling
La, la
Oh, there's nothing
Like
Emptying a cartridge
eight never lacking
Auto or I'm pistol packing
Try me fuck boy it won't happen
We all hop out with automatics
Spotlight on you then we clapping
Automatic
Mike WiLL Made-It
Ear Drummers
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't
right up in the trap uh here come get this pack Uh we lose and get it back
Mobb shit semi-automatic with a cartridge
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do that's how we
Cuddling my semi automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun
Uh-merica, Uh-merica
Uh-merica, Uh- merica
creases
I'll grab two guns and smash through your window
Tommy on both hands like the Rugrats intro
My automatic rifle is honed and on show
Gotta catch 'em
Service ammunition is divided into full cartridges,
and special purpose cartridges.
Full ammunition is used to destroy personnel
Special ammunition,
Julie, and this is the M-16. (GUNS.)
I'm shooting the MPK submachine gun. It's made in Germany, (GUNS.)
The MP stands for Machine Pistol. (THIS is a real
currency no krypto I up that 4O if I see you gripping on your hip though she’ll casing on the pavement from them automatic pistols now they tryna put us
CashMoneyAP
Niggas know I'm pistol packing (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic (Woo)
Shoot him with a automatic
Shoot him with that magic, death gon' be
pistol
She ain't got my magazine
Run for cover, girl, run for cover
She's the kinda thing
I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
Automatic
an automatic pistol (Pistol)
These niggas cappin'
They really wasn't with you (Uh)
Don't trust these niggas
Your killer might be standin' next to
You when you
Yeah, I think I've seen it all Everybody wanna shoot but don't know how to ball
Pistol packing, never lacking, semi-automatic Wreaking havoc on my
me alone
So I'm ridin' everyday with every pistol that I own
Tell them I'll be here when they come for me
Me and every single nigga that got love
heartless
Ain't if you slipping
They unloading the cartridge
Shit get evil Yeahh
When niggas is starving I keep that pistol
Who you planning to start with
automatic street sweep potential
We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)
Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Game,
with a mother fucking AP, shine on my wrist it going to shoot like an AP
Automatic Pistol on my hip ain't no safety, break em like a kit kat hot No AC
I’m a savage
I be blasting that automatic I stay pistol Packing
MCM and custom jackets closed casket aye I Be killing shit
If we talking fashion bitch I
Spend a money bag and fuck on a groupie
Fully automatic tucked in my Nudies
Since way back when I was ruthless
Niggas buying guns, don't even use em
einmal ein Stoppschild
Dawgie, ich bin der Dude, der am Block chillt (Rap)
Fully automatic, yeah, yeah, pistol packin' (yeah, yeah)
Never lackin', yeah,
one call Pearl
Say, dem tour out di whole wide world
Jah Lord, chi
So dem tour out di whole wide world
But watch out, man
Jah, automatic pistol mi must
(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back, Playboi)
Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
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