Pistol Grip
The Blakes

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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Heads open arms, but nigga where the love at? Meech a million cash, it take you where the plug at Bang, bang, bang, I want the combat Droppin' bombs, got it looking like the sunset Faced his life sentence, nigga never told me I fucked the system once and then my dawg rolled on me It got a hundred shots, you know I put the pole on it A hour later nigga, bodies got swole on me Phone ringing, duckin' calls, niggas chattin' on me 'Nother dead nigga name getting tatted on me Homicide detectives coming, and they pattin' on me But them pussy ass crackers never mattered to me They know I'm in the city when the family's out The kilos in the duffle bags, I'm talkin' that amount Bitches see me, and they think it's Santa hour I heard you was a rat, now tell me just what that about Panamera for some pussy, that's an even swap Left the keys in the ignition, and it even locked Kilos on Biscyane that's up to Tallahassee Tryna reload all the things and drop 'em in Calabasas Where I'm from, you say my name, you had to shoot a fade Helicopters over here 'cause I could feel the blades You niggas at Coachella get the center stage I get it with my fellas, get 'em ten a plate Call him Rosé, really when he just a renegade Pretty boys winning, but they couldn't fade us Talking down on us in our Chuck Taylor's Now we pushing Bentley cream cheese bagels Bribing prosecutors down to the base You know I get the sneakers 'fore they hit the shelf Every album been a classic, I'm a feature film Ballin' for my son, I pray he reach the rim Nipsey Hussle gone, I gotta speak for him All my shirts be custom, that's a sack a piece I got fifty restaurants, so fuck how rappers eat Diamonds in my shades, you should see my life Not too many niggas made, such a sacrifice Got the shooters with me when I be in foreign hoods Got a new two seater just for Jordyn Woods Lookin' at my stash, a nigga know I'm good Ferrari on Ferrari, one for all of us Standing on the corner 'cause my lights was off Look at what I'm seeing, time to write some bars Sure he in a mansion and expensive cars See me when you see me, when you see the God [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, nigga Time's up Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em Pistol grip, I got all kinds of, I'm not your driver Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin’ ganja So much work, they call me old school, I remind ya That bitch you think you got is not you, where you find her? She a kickstand, a big fan, I get behind her Then I slid it in, I win, I win, ayy [Verse 3: DJ Clue] I mean that's bitch shit Faking like you got it in your pockets, yeah that's bitch shit Talking to them hoes, you steady gossip, yeah that's bitch shit Telling on your mans so you can scram, yeah that's bitch shit Pull it out and acting like it jammed, yeah that's bitch shit Hating on another nigga come up, yeah that's bitch shit Saying it because you know it's summer, yeah that's bitch shit You a bitch boy, on my momma Uh, ok let's get it, bitch let's get it [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q] Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo Got a plan, we gon' kill his man The gun won't jam, it's on on sight I might get life, that's on my life The .44 fire, the goal green light To build that price, it filled up nice The god won't die Okay, let's get it, bitch, let's get it, woo See no flaws, in my purest form, bitch, I'm greedy, uh Goyard tags, filled with hella cash, this my gimme bag Zeroes add, we don't do no class, nigga, nine subtract, ayy [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, nigga Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, nigga Y'all on mute, ain't no back-talk on my block, nigga Numb numb juice to the head, fuck up the opps, nigga