Pistol Grip

[Hook x2] Ridin' with the pistol grip Smoked out, Locced out Ridin' with the pistol grip Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your ass off [Verse 1 : N3ll] Ridin' with the pistols, 'medics Ride with you, hit you On the side, look in my eyes They know I reside from the gristle When we collide, black tints when I slide The power is pride follow me as I guide You to the arising of the horizon That I just pry from the grips of the dead Sellin' their head so we do this instead Redeemin' the blood that our ancestors bled To release the seeds from the greed fiends To be free niggas follow me slow niggas gotta act to be seen Hit the dro & stay low key C.S.I. nigga speaking don't known me I don't sleep so we recognize real G's And bring peace, play dumb if you come to it You decease, be all black like a nun Deep in the South play them 8 balls for fun Leavin' the drought cause we all on the run In the heat of the sun Lerkin' the scene so beware of the gun Niggas hate so they can shun you The one who but don't give a fuck bout you want do A nigga at your girl head like Repunzel She gon' choose then she get a bedroom bruise Anyways never trust a bitch & don't snitch Unless you're lookin' for some AIDS & one ditch Keep it G to the T cause niggas low key Creep up sneak up peak on all ya secrets Gossip like some B.I.T.C.H Hate, hate, hate When another nigga see paper with you If you diss, you in, I be [Hook] [Verse 2 : EthelWulf] I'm comin' up to the nigga house But he actin' scared he don't wanna come out I'mma have to go ahead & drag his ass out Talkin' that shit well that's what I'm about I found his old girl made her loosen that mouth All over the dick and she lookin' real stout I try to be cool but nigga that's out Fuck the bullshit ho, I'm comin' from the South Ain't nothing trill 'bout shit in your mouth Faggot ass boy & your crew hella sap All your shit wack need to quit A.S.A.P B. R-to-the-K finna take the trash out Ho ass niggas never seen a damn trap Niggas need to watch, what the fuck they rap about Nigga that's easy, please step back And bitch if you mad you can have a bitch-slap What the fuck you mean we the truth like facts And if you got a problem come & handle that I'm really, really good with shit like that I hurt you real quick then call ya chick back I'm really so sad you're a hoes ass trick And that I'm in your house with the mothafuckin' grip But bitch you better give it up some kinda quick Or I'mma have to spread ya blood all over this shit I can't give a damn & that's how a nigga livin' Money bad dreams to the goddamn ceiling I gotta to gettin' in what's the goddamn dilly? Niggas fuckin' hoes all damn willy nilly But I gotta get my muthafuckin' pennies Strapped & checked if a nigga start trippin' Fuck the bullshit including these women I gotta do me for a damn livin' [Hook]