Pistol Lyrics By Giggs
These new rappers just rap good
They ain't never seen a Mac cook
I came home from that jailhouse
And had a bag of dons on their back-foot
All this "whip, whip" and this "trap trap"
And ain't none of them have seen crack-coke
All this "click-click" and this "wap-wap"
And ain't on piss, that's a bad look
So I'm strapped with the glock, go catch me an opps
See him buying food and crashing a shop
W-we pay three, four cash in a box
Still got the .44 stashed in the block
If my bro's in the pent, upset with the block
Cah man turned wet like the head on a mop
Foreign reds will bring back the head of our opps
This bulldog will blow the heads off our opps
Be a G, and I get that
And you buss your ting, I respect that
I see you shining, I can take that
But that's a petty ting so man just leff that
D-done put in work, I done checked that
And this road life's a big setback
I got nicked wearing my body armour
But they had to gimme my vest back
Man will roll out with this four pound
Go-go lick out a man's head back
But the judge might just roll out
And put a 30 rec on man's head back
I'm talking rap or grime
Trap or ride
Strap on side
Mac on nine
Been out here with waps and knives
Don't get gassed, get wapped on sight
Bringin' that clean, bringin' that crystal
Came with that team (Team)
G-gimme that pistol (That pistol)
Gimme that pistol (Pistol)
Gimme that pistol (Yeah)
G-gimme that cream (Cream)
Bringin' that ritual
This is that ritual
This is that ritual
Nizz gettin' rich now
You can get a fistful
Gimme that cream
Bring me that pistol
Bring me that pistol (Yeah)
B-bring me that pistol
Got nightmare?
Stop right there
That's my block right here
You get shot right there
Keep that throne
This is not my chair
In my Gucci trousers
And just rock Nike Air (Jheeze)
Goons in the map
Who hear the shooters abusing the Mac?
If they do gettin' rude, just shoot and attack
Don't turn around, shoot in the back
That's the spot right there
A good shot right here
I might take my business
Just shop elsewhere
Inna that team
Flippin' official
Look at that strap
Original issue
Bag at that scene
And they're gonna miss you
Get away from them haters
They're just waitin' to diss you
Got a box right here
That's a shot right here
I might take that box
And just might not care
I just got that drop
And go an' popped that, where?
Any kind of diss
I just clocked right dere
Bringin' that clean, bringin' that crystal
Came with that team (Team)
G-gimme that pistol (That pistol)
Gimme that pistol (Pistol)
Gimme that pistol (Yeah)
G-gimme that cream
Bringin' that ritual
This is that ritual
This is that ritual
Nizz gettin' rich now
You can get a fistful
G-gimme that cream
Bring me that pistol
Bring me that pistol (Yeah)
B-Bring me that pistol
(Bring me that pistol)
(Bring me that pistol)
