Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tolt My Pistol, artist - Turf TalkDate of issue: 03.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tolt My Pistol |
| I’ma bust one and get rid of that ho |
| Got a .40 on me with a cinnamon roll |
| Got a 4−5, lemon squeeze |
| Boom, too, 23's |
| AK, banana clip |
| On some Tony Montana shit |
| Rude bwoy, bloodclot |
| Bust a nigga in his snot box |
| Got a Dillinger that’ll hold the shell |
| No evidence for the po-pells |
| And the big thang, I only pull it out |
| When they talk tough and start runnin' they mouth |
| Gotta call for the boss when we get them niggas |
| Be patient and hit them niggas |
| Fatigued up, camo |
| Drrrrrrrrrrr… Rambo! |
| That’s why I tolt my pistol |
| Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know |
| That’s why I tote my pistol |
| Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know |
| Dim your lights with my light dimmer |
| (What kind of dimmer?) 911 Kimber |
| Fuck with me and get scalped (get scalped) |
| I’d rather be caught with than without (than without) |
| They starvin', they thirsty ‘cause it’s a drought (it's a drought) |
| They say they gon' hurt me and take me out (take me out) |
| Heavy metal (heavy metal) what I’m carryin' (what I’m carryin') |
| He had his daughter with him, so I spared him |
| You goin' to hell or you goin' to heaven? |
| My favorite weapon: FN57 |
| Say your blessing, call the reverend |
| In a couple of seconds, I’ma teach your ass a lesson |
| I’m a boy—girl, I got gouda |
| I’ll have your head like Medusa |
| Don’t bother me, I won’t bother you |
| How many good dudes left? |
| Only a few |
| That’s why I tolt my pistol |
| Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know |
| That’s why I tote my pistol |
| Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know |
| Long rifle with the scope on it |
| Grab it, cock it, and choke on it |
| Pistol-grip pump, boy |
| AP9 for a punk boy |
| .357 with the snub-nose |
| Machine gun with the air hole |
| Go to school with it, go to work with it |
| Lord knows a nigga sittin' in the church with it |
| Potato head, no noise |
| Two guns, I’m a cowboy |
| Bounty hunter, we lookin' for ya |
| Seen your chain, and took it from ya |
| One shot, Billy the Kid |
| Al Capone on some gangsta shit |
| Desert Eagle, player hater |
| I’ll be back—Terminator |
| That’s why I tolt my pistol |
| Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know |
| That’s why I tote my pistol |
| Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know |