brady watt, rome streetz & 38 spesh - pistol whip lyrics
[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo, with no skates i slide on all y’all
you cornb+lls, you ran outta steam quick, you prepped for your fall off
got clientele in my call log that want it all soft (uh+huh)
got a cuddy that look like andy warhol (haha)
charge him four hundred for a eight+ball, that’s real sh+t
no time for small talk when it’s large paper to deal with (nah)
used to cut school, i took the tool on a field trip (i did)
numb to the music you producin’, i don’t feel sh+t (n+++++ trash)
my tune’s a gunshot to your head+ left you a spilled wig
the illest sh+t is me
made a money mountain while the world goin’ mad over this covid conspiracy, and government tyranny
i turned ten to twenty+three (uh+huh), flipped dough into crypto, you’ll never limit me (never)
keep a hundred feet like a centipede away from weird n+++++ tryna come around and feed off my energy (f+ck outta here)
your worst enemy is my inner+me
left any contender with nothin’ but injury
broken bones on whoever try to intervene
i’m voorhees in the scene
chase you down, watch as your blood splatter across the screen
applied knowledge, all of my customers are sponsors
they keep me fresh, that’s why i let ’em slide with nine dollars (haha), not too often
i used to rock the rugby with the hors+m+n
now, usually it’s louis whenever i feel like flossin’
to all those endorsin’ weak, weird fraudulent artists that’s all novice:
your eyeball is my target (bah, bah, bah)
f+ck outta here (grr, grr), n++++
your eyeball is my target
[chorus: rome streetz]
first and foremost— i’m unf+ckwitable
sold all different kind of work, the scale was digital
you n+++++ still never measure up, that’s why i sh+t on you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
you n+++++ still never measure up, that’s why i sh+t on you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
[verse 2: 38 spesh]
yeah, huh, lemme talk to ’em, ayo
i opened up two stores on an exclusive block
i make twenty stacks clean before two o’clock
and sendin’ a thief to come sn+tch my things is like comin’ after the vaccine, ’cause you gon’ get your booster shot
huh, i refuse to lose bread
you won’t win takin’ advice from them dudes that’s spoon+fed
i walk in, now your goons’ dead
i walk in, read the room and then i leave the room red
huh, n++++, i’m wide awake
this pistol by my waist will make bullets whistle inside his face
got cabinets with crystal and china plates
my credentials is major so my issues is minor hate
huh, i done lost a lot of weight
but taking losses is an honest mistake like when the condom break
to get a brick, know the time it take?
for a couple, put my life on line like i’m tryna find a date
trust
[chorus: rome streetz]
first and foremost— i’m unf+ckwitable
sold all different kind of work, the scale was digital
you n+++++ still never measure up, that’s why i sh+t on you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
you n+++++ still never measure up that’s, why i sh+t on you
blood all over my shirt from pistol whippin’ you
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