PISTOL PAKKIN (feat. Braggzilla)

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F*ck twelve it's a new world order
Hung on the cross if you get outta order
Opps on the menu, well f*ck it I order
APMG I'm rolling like motor
APMG the label I'm on it
Rollin' up gas, don't pass me no floater
Knew it wouldn't happen till I got a lil older
Envy will knock on your door like Jehovah
Drip on Aladdin when I step up on the rug
Love of the money you can die with all love
Smoke Gary Payton then we f*ck with a glove
We in round three yea she got me fucked up
Telly, telly she wanna f*ck in the tub
Twenty-twenty after we f*ck its a dub
I don't know why but I move like the plug
Opps on a nigga gotta move with the snub
When I walk in the spot you see twenty of us
Your girl hit my DM that's computer love
Got raised from the concrete diamond in the rough
Helicopter baby we going up
Designer my belt, the thirty on tuck
Don't step on my foreigns nigga, you will could get plucked
Duck, duck, goose but I'm never the duck
Better duck, duck too when the pistol go buck
You don't what I'll do to you
Hollow tip split your wig in two
Empty clips when I spray at you
Coming home see you on the news
So much kush in the ozone
Go hard or go home
Money calling on the trap phone
Perc n molly got these bitches gone
Turn your block to a war zone
Dropping bodies like I'm Al Capone
AP to the MG
Raise hell if you want beef
So S I C K
Streets got me on replay
Make it look like D-Day
Take cover when the Tek spray
Me and my niggas some killers
Get money stack figures
Ballin' hard like the Clippers
Finger itching for triggers
I roll with some bosses you niggas is slaves
This forty will hit you and comb out your braids
The choppa will hit you and wash up your waves
Don't worry bout nothing, my niggas is paid
You throwing a sub, I'll throw a grenade
Stick to the mission, we hit you for days
It's up in the air, I'm getting you sprayed
You sleep on the gang, I'm getting you laid
There ain't no way that the haters could stop this
We selling that Gumbo to get up a profit
I fly thru the streets I'm toting a rocket
I call up them shooters to wet up your projects
We clean up the room you niggas too sloppy
We stomping on niggas that's stopping the process
I'll pay for the ticket the money no object
They doing some drills, but ain't never use logic
My niggas is killers, you could never stop me
I'm speaking the fax, these niggas is copies
When I creep with your girl, I tell her to mop me
We stick to the script if the money the topic
Spray at your legs and leave your crew hopping
When it's hot in the summer the bodies start dropping
Gotta shoot and be quiet cause Federal watching
We catch a new stain then fly to the Tropics
I'm totting a pistol, you know I'ma pop it
I be seeing the future they call me the Prophet
Ahead of my time and these niggas can't stop it
Shoot at your lungs until niggas vomit
Man that Muney be talking, blunts be barking
Just hit it it she stalking, rolled up a coffin
These niggas be talking bout nothing important
My niggas is bosses
I don't take orders, my shooter a scorer
Just wait for the chorus, cause next we extorting that don't mean Nathan
Shoot till it's vacant, and we ain't mistaken
F*ck what you drinking, Tie up your laces
Trip on vacation, this shit ain't the Matrix
I chill or I chill in them bracelets
Pops was one of them gangstas

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