Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PISTOL, artist - Tobe Nwigwe. Date of issue: 12.12.2020
Song language: English
PISTOL |
| Pistol, grip, pump in his palm |
| Fully loaded, he might dump |
| He might slump ya for that slab |
| Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace |
| Only love, it’s the streets |
| When you’re raised in the jungle, do ya moves like a beast |
| You know the gun go click pow pow |
| Sit down, child |
| And let me teach you a lesson |
| He who oversees the blessings |
| Specialize in repossessions |
| Be cautious when you use discretion |
| 'Cause you’ll never know |
| If your position ain’t near the sun then you’ll never grow |
| It’s hard to get things through your head if it’s never combed |
| My popo used to tell me often I should never loan |
| A penny to a thief, or a dime to a liar |
| Be careful when you speak, keep in mind that the fire |
| Usually comes out of the mouth of a dragon |
| So when you feel yourself spazzin' |
| Just keep in mind that you are the sole supplier |
| Of the heat that those around you feel |
| Tell them folks that hold you down that you won’t drown with gills |
| If frowns could kill we’d all be dead, how they look at us |
| But we’d forever battle while they just come at us with the |
| Pistol, grip, pump in his palm |
| Fully loaded, he might dump |
| He might slump ya for that slab |
| Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace |
| Only love, it’s the streets |
| When you’re raised in the jungle, do ya moves like a beast |
| (Cyhi) |
| I hotbox going five knots down a opp block |
| 'Bout to do a carwash on the droptop |
| Gone in sixty seconds 'till they pull a potluck |
| On the stopwatch |
| First you do the drive-by then do the chop-chop |
| Gosh, Josh, just a kid who was a hotshot |
| it go pow pow |
| A robbery got botched and he got got |
| They drew down on this whole street like it’s hopscotch |
| Like zucchini, there are just some things we can’t squash |
| I got the same information that the cops got |
| Heard when he got shot that a Glock dropped |
| Uh, and it was fully loaded, how you know it |
| 'Cause my little broadie asked it could he hold it |
| Told him if he tote it I don’t know it so we better throw it |
| 'Cause I had to report it stolen, said this killer had a |
| Pistol, grip, pump in his palm |
| Fully loaded, he might dump |
| He might slump ya for that slab |
| Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace |
| Only love, it’s the streets |
| When you’re raised in the jungle, do ya moves like a beast |