My Pistol lyrics

[Intro: 50 Wiz]
Six
sh*t, you know
You know Torch Gang, n*gga (Torch, know Stuzzy does it, heeheehee)
f*ck n*gga, Torch Gang sh*t, n*gga (GonnaRob)
Me, myself and I, freestyle

[Verse 1: 50 Wiz]
Ayy, I told her, "We could f*ck, but I'm not with the kissin'" (Nah)
Facedown, yeah, I want your ass to the ceiling (Go)
Yeah, my brother like Curry, he don't do no missin' (No)
Keep my eyes on alert, everything look suspicious (Keep my pistol now)
Had to cut n*ggas off, they ain't see my vision
Ayy, she from the eight, she work at Piccadillys ('Dillys)
And she suck di*k while she laughin', she silly
I told her come jump in the water, Free Willy
Yeah, you know, big Crip, but I cold call up a few Billies (Genie)
Walk notorious North, no Biggie (Myself)
Plus my chopper, it got some titties (Nah)
Ayy, thirty-six, thirty, now we is convicted (Let's go)
My opps wear fitted, now how I'm gon' miss 'em?
Ayy, dropped that bag right 'cause bro gon' kill 'em
Ayy, cut that sh*t off, I was listenin' to killers (Nah)
Man, boy, you a b*tch, did you hang with my sister?
All I need is my pistol, I ain't never need no ho
Don't believe in 'em, boys ain't killers (They not), we got packs from the four and the O (Yeah)
My losses finally turned to blessings, I'm in the studio now with Coke
Man, I ain't gon' lie, I made that sh*t look good back then, but I was broke (Turn it up)
I used to be broke than a motherf*cker, now I got double G on my belt buckle
b*tch, I'm a baller like I was at Rutgers
Ayy, real gravedigger, I keep a shovel
You ain't come from the bottom, don't know 'bout the humble
Had to break in the crib just to feed your lil' brother
Turn to a hot n*gga like Bobby Shmurda
She had gave me her love and I knew I was gon' hurt her (Go)
[Verse 2: YBT]
Ayy, drop them racks, they come in and hit
Whenever it's war, b*tch, I'm callin' the six
Ayy, Faceshot Gang, f*ck around, get hit (Boom)
Got a lil' opp b*tch tryna take a pic (Come on)
Uh, I told her suck this di*k, she playin'
Lil' n*gga can't even walk no more, n*gga thought sh*t sweet, when I up, it rain
Ayy, I'm the one killin' sh*t, keep it a band
All I need is my pistol and like two of my Torch Gang members (Torch)
Ayy, I'm the one started this real sh*t, these n*ggas know that I'm that n*gga
Ayy, we been catchin' hats all year, talkin' January 'til December
Ayy, you can get your ass smoked for playin', n*gga (No cap)
Ayy, Bape and Off-White shoes everywhere I go I gotta drip, let's go
Ayy, tell lil' SpotEm watch my six, that's watch my back when I walk in the store
Ayy, you wanna be six? Go through the four
Ayy, catch you a hat, yup, wipe you a nose
Ayy, we the ones who up the score, but up it again 'cause what's-her-name got smoked
Ayy, what's-her-name got smoked
I'm the biggest of 'em all, YBT feel like the Pope
Everywhere I go, that glizzy tucked right there in my coat (I'm the—)
n*gga talkin' stupid, I drop a ten right on the store, gang