Pistol Grip - Nell, Xavier Wulf

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Smoked out, Loced

Smoked, smoked out, Loced out

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Walk up, walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Smoked out, Loced

Smoked, smoked out, Loced out

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Walk up, walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off

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

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Smoked out, Loced

Smoked, smoked out, Loced out

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Walk up, walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Smoked out, Loced

Smoked, smoked out, Loced out

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Walk up, walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off

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'

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Smoked out, Loced

Smoked, smoked out, Loced out

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Walk up, walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Smoked out, Loced

Smoked, smoked out, Loced out

Ridin' with the pistol

Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip

Walk up, walk up to your house

Knock on your door

And blow your ass off