| HOOK — NYSOM
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| That pistol work, I don’t call No one for the beef, I let that pistol work,
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| Keep one on me in the street, Come get that pistol work, That pistol work,
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| Come and find out bout that pistol work, that pistol work!
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| I’m furthest from a shooter, I don’t do that accomplice SHIT, 5 yr sentence for
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| all those crimes, Some people call that accomplishments, I’m all in my bag no
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| condiments, No compliments — just hopping in, All hop out when it’s going down,
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| Hop back in when you hear that sound, Clock back in got a shift to run,
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| Been a long ass month and I miss my son, KFC that’s a biscuit run,
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| More than a leg than I switch my gun, Switch my outfit, Switch my broad,
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| Switch the town then we ditch the car, Ya’ll do stabbings to brag,
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| I’ll disappear what happened to Mag? |
| I don’t want no credit, I just wanna get
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| it, Have my people comfy, Free to leave the country, Half my family locked or
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| dead, Mechanical pencil pop that lead, Not gonna make it the doctor said,
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| Laying 'em down but not to bed!
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| HOOK — NYSOM
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| That pistol work, I don’t call No one for the beef, I let that pistol work,
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| Keep one on me in the street, Come get that pistol work, That pistol work,
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| Come and find out bout that pistol work, that pistol work!
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| I’m furthest from a victim, I don’t do all the sucker SHIT, Leave that stuff to
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| the FUCK boys, Gun or chain better tuck ya SHIT, Check to check where the FUCK
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| it went, Child support and a bunch of rent, Disrespectful but want respect,
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| NIGGAS got me bout to touch the wrench, I’m FUCKING bent, But I’m loose sober,
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| No games no do overs, Move over your rule over my dude fold ya I do the same,
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| Sideline NIGGAS gonna move the chains — drive by NIGGAS never using aim,
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| Whole lotta ways you could use your brain, Took a shot mid west no Hoosier
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| games, Three states away who’s to blame, Ain’t got no friends can’t trust
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| myself, Chics move the work then I FUCK the help, Got one knocked up she can
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| FUCK herself, Got two more runs then I’m done for good, Around the world you
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| can run the hood, My numbers good and if they not — docwillrob so it’s
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| understood! |
| No permission just go and stick 'em, No omissions on the storyline,
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| Murder rate gonna mortify ya, Team in the bay like the 49ers, Get it get it
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| homie FUCK a front, I’m staying busy doing what I want,
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| (AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOO) Need ya man chill cause that killer SHIT gonna get
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| 'em slumped!
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| HOOK — NYSOM
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| That pistol work, I don’t call No one for the beef, I let that pistol work,
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| keep one on me in the street, Come get that pistol work, That pistol work,
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| Come and find out bout that pistol work, that pistol work! |