Pistol Packin’ lyrics

[Intro: Sample, (Logic)]
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been --
(What Juicy say? He be like . . . Shut the f*ck up!)

[Hook]
Smoked out, loced out, riding with my pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm smoked out, doped out, choppin stick, thirty count, poked out (yeah)
Kill tech, get wet, pistol grip, bus dock, four down (yeah)
Dope boy, dope scales, sold a hundred midgets at a motel
Hotel, touchdown, doggystyle your b*tch like Odell (like ooh, n*gga!)
Ezekiel Elliot told 'em, "feed a n*gga dope"
Yesterday n*gga signed a seven figure check, it was the realest sh*t a n*gga wrote
I seen my youngins on the 211 homie veggin, told him slit a n*gga throat
I need a kidnapping for the note
Ho this the realest sh*t I never wrote
Ho you the realest b*tch I ever f*cked on
Only hit a n*gga on the f*ck phone
On a private line when it's prime time
I don't got a crush or a love jones, but I love hoes
Memphis drippin', pistol grippin', foreign whippin'
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been trickin' off on all my b*tches, yeah
[Hook]
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

[Verse 2: Henry AZ]
Okay I'm smoked out, doped out, set a of swerve got my mouth soaped out (okay)
Hennessy in my blood I'm a drink it till things go south
I done seen it, John Peach on a b*tch f*ck it like road dog (goddamn)
f*cked a b*tch from the back with a friend until they both choked out, like yeah
Gimme a second to suspect, gimme that chance, say suck my nut sack
Bust that, gimme that love not lust back, f*ck that, f*ck that, f*ck that, f*ck that
I don't always take my vitamins, you gotta slip it in just like a Vicodin
I sip a cup of f*cking liquid nitrogen and got me popping up like who want [fight?] of them
Slit that throat, gotta sniff that coke, got a b*tch that's broke, gotta take that home
Better count that twice, better suck that right, while she sniff that white, oh God
Stop asking if I'm serious, I done f*cked her on her period
I done smoked this Cali kush until it got me feeling so delirious