king magnetic - pistol work lyrics
hook – nysom
that pistol work, i don’t call no one for the beef, i let that pistol work, keep one on me in the street, come get that pistol work, that pistol work, come and find out bout that pistol work, that pistol work!
verse 1
i’m furthest from a shooter, i don’t do that accomplice sh-t, 5 yr sentence for all those crimes, some people call that accomplishments, i’m all in my bag no condiments, no compliments – just hopping in, all hop out when it’s going down, hop back in when you hear that sound, clock back in got a shift to run, been a long -ss month and i miss my son, kfc that’s a biscuit run, more than a leg than i switch my gun, switch my outfit, switch my broad, switch the town then we ditch the car, ya’ll do stabbings to brag, i’ll disappear what happened to mag? i don’t want no credit, i just wanna get it, have my people comfy, free to leave the country, half my family locked or dead, mechanical pencil pop that lead, not gonna make it the doctor said, laying ’em down but not to bed!
hook – nysom
that pistol work, i don’t call no one for the beef, i let that pistol work, keep one on me in the street, come get that pistol work, that pistol work, come and find out bout that pistol work, that pistol work!
verse 2
i’m furthest from a victim, i don’t do all the sucker sh-t, leave that stuff to the f-ck boys, gun or chain better tuck ya sh-t, check to check where the f-ck it went, child support and a bunch of rent, disrespectful but want respect, n-ggas got me bout to touch the wrench, i’m f-cking bent, but i’m loose sober, no games no do overs, move over your rule over my dude fold ya i do the same, sideline n-ggas gonna move the chains – drive by n-ggas never using aim, whole lotta ways you could use your brain, took a shot mid west no hoosier games, three states away who’s to blame, ain’t got no friends can’t trust myself, chics move the work then i f-ck the help, got one knocked up she can f-ck herself, got two more runs then i’m done for good, around the world you can run the hood, my numbers good and if they not – docwillrob so it’s understood! no permission just go and stick ’em, no omissions on the storyline, murder rate gonna mortify ya, team in the bay like the 49ers, get it get it homie f-ck a front, i’m staying busy doing what i want, (ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooo) need ya man chill cause that k!ller sh-t gonna get ’em slumped!
hook – nysom
that pistol work, i don’t call no one for the beef, i let that pistol work, keep one on me in the street, come get that pistol work, that pistol work, come and find out bout that pistol work, that pistol work!
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