Pistol Pete
Lyrics
Aye
She know I can't leave without it, told her never doubt it
She just want to fuck me cause' a nigga in his bag
She don't even love me, break her heart I left her sad
And it ain't a bitch that I ain't already had
She let me Beat It cause' she Michael Jackson, Bad
These niggas tellin' on they selves like they on Vlad
My niggas loyal switchin' up a problem I ain't had
Don't post that boy up on the TL we don't fuck with rats
He said he gon' catch me lackin', but I no I'm ever lackin'
Always pistol packin', you know I keep a ratchet
I feel like Pistol Pete
Matter of fact I ball like Magic how I feel like Steve
Finna go and do the dash ain't no catchin' me
I break her off like a leash
No I can't sign no deal, don't care what they offering me
I feel like I'm Durk, please don't get put on a shirt
I fucked her good off a perc
Got her on locked like I'm Kurt
All of these bitches gon' lurk
All of these bitches gon' flirt
Hop in my bag then hop on my space shirt then I leave the earth
I got her mad, I told her I needed space and now that bitch hurt
These rap niggas sad, I'm in the stu everyday I'm puttin' in work
I'm dodging these hoes like I'm Floyd
She calling my phone I'm getting annoyed
We smoking loud we in Illinois
These niggas quiet ain't making no noise
I feel like I'm Durk cause' I got the voice
I'm making her wet I'm making her moist
I cannot snitch that's cause' that's not a choice
You know how we roll just like a Royce
I put the Henny on Ice, in the stu and I'm high as a kite
In the stu strapped up like a dyke
She let me hit you ain't hittin' right
I hit it first like Ray J, shout out to Davy my DJ
Made a flick with yo hoe it's on replay
This Dussé not no EJ
Gotta stay up on my P's and Q's
Always winnin' you know I can't lose
Fuck the opps I can't call no troops
It's real exotic you can smell the fumes
I'm high out my body yeah I'm off the shrooms
Fuck her up at Miller Beach and left her at the dunes
Boy you better not beef with me cause' boy you know you doomed
Just link with your main bitch and she send me nudes on Zoom
I'm in love with all my hoes I swear I can't choose
I swear I can't lose
Ain't shit I got to prove
Bitch I got Versace money and I'm fresh just like the first day of school
I got all types of money, Benjamin Button from old to new
Aye
She know I can't leave without it, told her never doubt it
She just want to fuck me cause' a nigga in his bag
She don't even love me, break her heart I left her sad
And it ain't a bitch that I ain't already had
She let me Beat It cause' she Michael Jackson, Bad
These niggas tellin' on they selves like they on Vlad
My niggas loyal switchin' up a problem I ain't had
Don't post that boy up on the TL we don't fuck with rats
He said he gon' catch me lackin', but I no I'm ever lackin'
Always pistol packin', you know I keep a ratchet
I feel like Pistol Pete
Matter of fact I ball like Magic how I feel like Steve
Finna go and do the dash ain't no catchin' me
I break her off like a leash
No I can't sign no deal, don't care what they offering me
I feel like I'm Durk, please don't get put on a shirt
I fucked her good off a perc
Got her on locked like I'm Kurt
All of these bitches gon' lurk
All of these bitches gon' flirt
Hop in my bag then hop on my space shirt then I leave the earth
I got her mad, I told her I needed space and now that bitch hurt
These rap niggas sad, I'm in the stu everyday I'm puttin' in work
I'm dodging these hoes like I'm Floyd
She calling my phone I'm getting annoyed
We smoking loud we in Illinois
These niggas quiet ain't making no noise
I feel like I'm Durk cause' I got the voice
I'm making her wet I'm making her moist
I cannot snitch that's cause' that's not a choice
You know how we roll just like a Royce
I put the Henny on Ice, in the stu and I'm high as a kite
In the stu strapped up like a dyke
She let me hit you ain't hittin' right
I hit it first like Ray J, shout out to Davy my DJ
Made a flick with yo hoe it's on replay
This Dussé not no EJ
Gotta stay up on my P's and Q's
Always winnin' you know I can't lose
Fuck the opps I can't call no troops
It's real exotic you can smell the fumes
I'm high out my body yeah I'm off the shrooms
Fuck her up at Miller Beach and left her at the dunes
Boy you better not beef with me cause' boy you know you doomed
Just link with your main bitch and she send me nudes on Zoom
I'm in love with all my hoes I swear I can't choose
I swear I can't lose
Ain't shit I got to prove
Bitch I got Versace money and I'm fresh just like the first day of school
I got all types of money, Benjamin Button from old to new
Writer(s): Forrest Glasper
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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