young dro - pistol lyrics
a lot of n-gg-s talking sh-t until they see my pistol
you a hearty little b-tch until you see my pistol
you used to call me big, now you call me mister
i know you see that shine, bet it caught your eye
shoot him in the back or the face, he gonna be like oh, well
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
shoot him in the face, in the back
‘
i know where your crib be, i know where your key is
shoot your -ss in your mansion’
oh, sh-tty -ss b-tch, i change your -ss like a pampers, though
don’t you wanna lie to me, n-gg-
matter fact, n-gg-, don’t wanna fight me neither
blow a n-gg- body in half, past your leg, past your arm
now y’all n-gg-s handicapped’
a lot of n-gg-s talking sh-t until they see my pistol
you a hearty little b-tch until you see my pistol
you used to call me big, now you call me mister
i know you see that shine, bet it caught your eye
shoot him in the back or the face, he gonna be like oh, well
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
shoot him in the face, in the back
chrome full fill, b-tch bigger than me
‘
rather get caught with it than without it, b-tch, you know me
a lot of n-gg-s talking sh-t until they see my pistol
you a hearty little b-tch until you see my pistol
you used to call me big, now you call me mister
i know you see that shine, bet it caught your eye
shoot him in the back or the face, he gonna be like oh, well
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
my pistol, pistol
shoot him in the face, in the back
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