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    "Pistol Grip" Lyrics


    [Hook x2]
    Ridin' with the pistol grip
    Smoked out, Locced out
    Ridin' with the pistol grip
    Walk up to your house
    Knock on your door
    And blow your ass off

    [Verse 1 : N3ll]
    Ridin' with the pistols, 'medics
    Ride with you, hit you
    On the side, look in my eyes

    They know I reside from the gristle
    When we collide, black tints when I slide
    The power is pride follow me as I guide
    You to the arising of the horizon
    That I just pry from the grips of the dead
    Sellin' their head so we do this instead
    Redeemin' the blood that our ancestors bled
    To release the seeds from the greed fiends
    To be free niggas follow me slow niggas gotta act to be seen
    Hit the dro & stay low key
    C.S.I. nigga speaking don't known me
    I don't sleep so we recognize real G's
    And bring peace, play dumb if you come to it
    You decease, be all black like a nun
    Deep in the South play them 8 balls for fun
    Leavin' the drought cause we all on the run
    In the heat of the sun
    Lerkin' the scene so beware of the gun

    Niggas hate so they can shun you
    The one who but don't give a fuck bout you want do
    A nigga at your girl head like Repunzel
    She gon' choose then she get a bedroom bruise
    Anyways never trust a bitch & don't snitch
    Unless you're lookin' for some AIDS & one ditch
    Keep it G to the T cause niggas low key
    Creep up sneak up peak on all ya secrets
    Gossip like some B.I.T.C.H
    Hate, hate, hate
    When another nigga see paper with you
    If you diss, you in, I be


    [Verse 2 : EthelWulf]
    I'm comin' up to the nigga house
    But he actin' scared he don't wanna come out

    I'mma have to go ahead & drag his ass out
    Talkin' that shit well that's what I'm about
    I found his old girl made her loosen that mouth
    All over the dick and she lookin' real stout
    I try to be cool but nigga that's out
    Fuck the bullshit ho, I'm comin' from the South
    Ain't nothing trill 'bout shit in your mouth
    Faggot ass boy & your crew hella sap
    All your shit wack need to quit
    B. R-to-the-K finna take the trash out
    Ho ass niggas never seen a damn trap
    Niggas need to watch, what the fuck they rap about
    Nigga that's easy, please step back
    And bitch if you mad you can have a bitch-slap
    What the fuck you mean we the truth like facts
    And if you got a problem come & handle that
    I'm really, really good with shit like that
    I hurt you real quick then call ya chick back
    I'm really so sad you're a hoes ass trick
    And that I'm in your house with the mothafuckin' grip
    But bitch you better give it up some kinda quick
    Or I'mma have to spread ya blood all over this shit
    I can't give a damn & that's how a nigga livin'
    Money bad dreams to the goddamn ceiling
    I gotta to gettin' in what's the goddamn dilly?
    Niggas fuckin' hoes all damn willy nilly
    But I gotta get my muthafuckin' pennies
    Strapped & checked if a nigga start trippin'
    Fuck the bullshit including these women
    I gotta do me for a damn livin'

    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
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