Xavier Wulf - Pistol Grip lyrics

[Hook x2] Ridin' with the pistol grip Smoked out, Locced out Ridin' with the pistol grip Walk up to your house Knock on your door And blow your a** off [Verse 1 : N3ll] 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 n***as follow me slow n***as gotta act to be seen Hit the dro & stay low key C.S.I. n***a 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 n***as hate so they can shun you The one who but don't give a f** bout you want do A n***a at your girl head like Repunzel She gon' choose then she get a bedroom bruise Anyways never trust a b**h & don't snitch Unless you're lookin' for some AIDS & one ditch Keep it G to the T cause n***as low key Creep up sneak up peak on all ya secrets Gossip like some B.I.T.C.H Hate, hate, hate When another n***a see paper with you If you diss, you in, I be [Hook] [Verse 2 : EthelWulf] I'm comin' up to the n***a house But he actin' scared he don't wanna come out I'mma have to go ahead & drag his a** out Talkin' that sh** 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 n***a that's out f** the bullsh** ho, I'm comin' from the South Ain't nothing trill 'bout sh** in your mouth f*ggot a** boy & your crew hella sap All your sh** wack need to quit A.S.A.P B. R-to-the-K finna take the trash out Ho a** n***as never seen a damn trap n***as need to watch, what the f** they rap about n***a that's easy, please step back And b**h if you mad you can have a b**h-slap What the f** you mean we the truth like facts And if you got a problem come & handle that I'm really, really good with sh** like that I hurt you real quick then call ya chick back I'm really so sad you're a hoes a** trick And that I'm in your house with the mothaf**in' grip But b**h you better give it up some kinda quick Or I'mma have to spread ya blood all over this sh** I can't give a damn & that's how a n***a livin' Money bad dreams to the goddamn ceiling I gotta to gettin' in what's the goddamn dilly? n***as f**in' hoes all damn willy nilly But I gotta get my muthaf**in' pennies Strapped & checked if a n***a start trippin' f** the bullsh** including these women I gotta do me for a damn livin' [Hook]