henry az - pistol packin' lyrics
[intro] x2
pistol grippin, foreign whippin
pistol grippin, foreign whippin
pistol grippin, foreign whippin
bentleys, bimmers, benzes, i been ++
[henry az]
what juicy say? he be like . . . shut the f+ck up!
[hook]
smoked out, loced out, riding with my pistol grip
thinkin should i get these hoes, thinkin should i cut they head
[first verse: freddie gibbs]
(yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
i’m smoked out, doped out, choppin stick, thirty count, poked out (yeah)
k!ll tech, get wet, pistol grip, bus dock, four down (yeah)
dope boy, dope scales, sold a hundred midgets at a motel
hotel, touchdown, doggystyle your b+tch like odell (like ooh, n+gga!)
ezekiel elliot told ’em, “feed a n+gga dope”
yesterday n+gga signed a seven figure check, it was the realest sh+t a n+gga wrote
i seen my youngins on the 211 homie veggin, told him slit a n+gga throat
i need a kidnapping for the note
ho this the realest sh+t i never wrote
ho you the realest b+tch i ever f+cked on
only hit a n+gga on the f+ck phone
on a private line when it’s prime time
i don’t got a crush or a love jones, but i love hoes
memphis drippin, pistol grippin, foreign whippin
bentleys, bimmers, benzes, i been trickin off on all my b+tches, yeah
[hook]
smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
thinkin should i get these hoes, thinkin should i cut they head
[second verse: henry az]
okay i’m smoked out, doped out, set a of swerve got my mouth soaped out (okay)
hennessy in my blood i’m a drink it till things go south
i done seen it, john peach on a b+tch f+ck it like road dog (godd+mn)
f+cked a b+tch from the back with a friend until they both choked out, like yeah
gimme a second to suspect, gimme that chance, say suck my nut sack
bust that, gimme that love not l+st back, f+ck that, f+ck that, f+ck that, f+ck that
i don’t always take my vitamins, you gotta slip it in just like a vicodin
i sip a cup of f+cking liquid nitrogen and got me popping up like who want [fight?] of them
slit that throat, gotta sniff that coke, got a b+tch that’s broke, gotta take that home
better count that twice, better suck that right, while she sniff that white, oh god
stop asking if i’m serious, i done f+cked her on her period
i done smoked this cali kush until it got me feeling so delirious
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