Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pistol Grip , by - Nell. Song from the album 90's Mentality, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nell
Song language: English
Pistol Grip |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Smoked out, Loced |
| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Walk up, walk up to your house |
| Knock on your door |
| And blow your ass off |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Smoked out, Loced |
| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Walk up, walk up to your house |
| Knock on your door |
| And blow your ass off |
| 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 |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Smoked out, Loced |
| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Walk up, walk up to your house |
| Knock on your door |
| And blow your ass off |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Smoked out, Loced |
| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Walk up, walk up to your house |
| Knock on your door |
| And blow your ass off |
| 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 |
| 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' |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Smoked out, Loced |
| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Walk up, walk up to your house |
| Knock on your door |
| And blow your ass off |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Smoked out, Loced |
| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out |
| Ridin' with the pistol |
| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip |
| Walk up, walk up to your house |
| Knock on your door |
| And blow your ass off |