Blowin That K & That Pistol lyrics

[Intro]
My adlibs gotta be aye
Hey Tall Wall, I can't believe this sh*t
Hey Threat hey Glock hey Hank, hey Mook
We going two cars deep?
Hey Dubs, hey hand me that K or that pistol bro
I'd rather that pistol
Man, I'd rather that K, let's go
Hey Tall Wall

[Verse]
He ain't never slide with no K, or no motherf*cking pistol
Get you through a b*tch I'ma send lil' shhh, 'Freka to get right with you
He havin' lil' _ he ain't blowing his pistol
He get off lil' Tay he better not catch you
Soon as he kiss her the way she be eating this di*k that mean hе blowing my missile
She use a lil' pеn for a hundred lil' bands
And I'm deep in the streets I could run up them bags
He was selling his soul and he was selling his ass
Said my name in a song and I'm in something fast
I'm selling that white I could back to bags
Might sign to OVO with that Drac' in my hand
Heard a n*gga talking 'bout lil' Tall can't go band-for-band
Thinking lil' Wall pockets Easter bunny Amiri my pants
n*gga I wish I would wear Amiri with Dior with no cash
Lil' 41 Cartier this b*tch jhi bussin or a 36 Rollie that sh*t ain't nothing
n*gga need to find a [?] n*gga he Chris Tucker
Better stay on Twitter I'ma keep drinking Don
Do a show in the city we come drop a bomb
Yeah I tried to give him a pass it's Roger Beats that sh*t on the arm
Roger can't even stop this sh*t should've got with Tall and Jake like State Farm
You f*cking with cuz I ain't f*cking with dude he been washed up this ain't nothing new
n*ggas know 'bout Tall work I'm tying my laces I'm deep in the streets
n*gga you hang up the 8th? n*gga you hang up the T? Them n*ggas they're sweet
Got barred from Mellon can't go on that street
And I'm f*cking with dog, he dragging his feet
I could go up the K and ain't nothing happen to me
Face card good I don't like to be on YouTube I'm tryna keep it the street
Tryna keep it the street 'cause that sh*t ain't law
You get in that jam I know you gon' talk
You gon' tell up n*ggas everything you saw
You a telling-ass n*gga we ain't talking 'bout Saw
I be cracking these b*tches I was over the jail I was [?] stuck [?]
Glock 23C n*gga I just swapped for a Glock 27 I'm a motherf*cking dog
You could ask Lil Skino his mother we dog her
We kick in his door [?]
I could've been that wild n*gga, put his mother head in the toilet
You signed you a deal I'm a little bit richer
You signed for a hundred they offered a ticket
I'ma just be patient I know I'ma get it
Uh, hey Threat let's go, we 'bout to f*ck up their block
When we get on their block and we sitting on shhh we sending them shots and his ass cha-cha
Yeah that's what his ass get for thought I was a rapper wasn't in them cars
Working this Drac' going left to right and I'm twisting and turning going "bah, bah"
n*ggas ain't sneaky, they ain't sneak up on me and I get out that car and I get on one knee and I'm banging
n*gga I'ma full blown creep
When I'm stepping these steppers be Louis my sneaks
They say that I feel like a don drinking that Don crack us a opp it's on me
Two Drac's, two blatts and I'm riding with Feet
Came out the Feds and yeah we elite
[Outro]
Let's go, hey
Man, n*gga I'm Tall Reap', they ain't f*cking with me
Let's go
Man, keep selling your cheeks
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