[Intro]
Still a Very Rare young n***a
Still a Slaughterhill n***a
Still a Sunrise n***a
Still a D. Side n***a
I think it’s bout that time
‘Bout that time we tell these n***as
I’ve been a nobody
I’ve been a member of the Fall
Let’s go, y’all
Aye
[Verse 1]
I am the lyrical veteran
War-struck adrenaline
p**y boy who you is better than
Grippin that pistol grip
Yo’ b**h is submissin’ so I make her pistol grip
Murder and k** her jits
I strike the f**er refusin’ to give a sh**
Cock in her mouth to show you what I’m bout
Yes I f**ed her then made that b**h shoot her kids
Three heads like cerberus, geeked off adrenaline
Feelin like Shaq, I’m a dunk on the pig
He dirty like derby, she s** me like kirby
I murder the f**er then eat on her clit
I fantisize ’bout a Japanese b**h
She fantasize about s**ing my dick
She wanna be famous, for shaking her anus
I told her to Kim K and f** on the flip
[Hook]
I got the pistol grip
I’m down to pistol whip
Yes, I got the pistol
Yes, I got the pistol b**h
I’m down to pistol whip
Yes, I got the pistol
Yes, I got the pistol grip
Yes, I’m down to pistol whip
I got the pistol
Yes I got the pistol, b**h
I’m down to pistol whip
Yes I got the pistol
Yes I got the pistol b**h
I’m down to pistol grip
Yes I got the pistol
Yes I got the pistol grip
I’m down to pistol grip
Yes I got the pistol
Yes tommy the pistol grip
Yes I’m down to pistol whip
Yes I’m down to pistol
Yes I’m down to pistol grip
I got the pistol, b**h
Yes I got the pistol