Lyrics:
nigga
Unless you let me in with this lil' nigga
Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party
it with the squad
We bout business, but we also bout that issue
Shots they hit and flip you, rifle rounds no pistols
Leave his family cryin, they gone
sight
Pistol grip fit right
Nice texture on the sides
Long rifle
If I'm out in the sticks a
Remington on the shoulder
Holding thirty ott six
Saliendo del club me dieron entre tres
Otro me agarró y puso un rifle en perfil
Me quitaron prenda', el dinero de una ve'
Cuidao', si lo' pillo le' vo'a
& You gon need more than just a pistol or a Rifle
Nobody asked to be here u just gotta live ya life tho
Every man for himself the fittest of survival
You
information
Rifles in Lakeland pistols with Jamaicans
Even get a grenade, used to keep the blade
But these days
Can't nobody stop these guns!
Sound effect
method to cope
I can't lie to myself
I keep my eye my on the goal
I wouldn't be caught dead wit none you trifling hos
I gotta rifle scope
Pistol gotta mind
pistols on me and I'm gunnin' both ways
On a perk and a addy boy I'm geekin' both ways
Got it made in the shade, gettin' money both ways
Gettin' brain
why the police in business
so run up on us with your knife and your pistols
we'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack
why the police in business
so run up on us with your knife and your pistols
we'll plague your character with rifles and missils
I dropped my pack
where the kush at
Ain't got no cigarette loaded where the backwood at
Come walkin up and get a pistol in your face hoe
If you want an autograph you better
feelings for Juliana
Make sure I got my pistol before my pajamas
I went and got a rifle, I know I'm in range
You ain't seen me in the streets, only causing
I'll fuq lil buddy up
Fingers pointed like they pistols shooting his crosseyed ass up
Tonight I'm raising hell like I'm mad at God Nigga
Tonight when I
go I don't know
Real I see a dove or a crow
Watching out for the rifle it's called survival
Where your hands at?
One hand on the pistol one hand
see what he do to niggas
Pistols, rifles, grenades, whatever
He's a killin' machine, bought and paid for and clever
And way iller than the last nigga
image isn't workin'
What good is being religious when
You're just a shitty person?
This fool went on the Breakfast Club and spit
Some Jesus raps
assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips
Bulletproof beam parked outside da club
So we can shoot at ya'll, but u can't shoot at us
My westcoast niccas get ur
rifle, got night vision
Don't need to see you talk is cheap
My time ain't for the chit chat
Change up the lines, crush in my pocket
And the pill relapse
This is the club scene, where them ballas at
Chicken sweating you threatin'
Mo' getting VIP we setting
We taking care of the whole section
With liquor
Started with nothing now I’m in New York with a lil bit
I’m smoking out of the raws &’sippin on raw til I feel sick
When I hit da club I sneak my
hour
Either from accidents or a rifle stray
Michael J but twice as great, this FLAiR
Homie big FLAiR
They caught the flying dunk in mid-air
Shit, I
But he says they won't be this year
No, they won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at the pop knife and gun place
Bought a SKS rifle
But he says they won't be this year
No, they won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at the pop knife and gun place
Bought a SKS rifle
rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo
With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em
And a Desert Eagle
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