Pistol Past 12
I'm finna slide on this mf
If I don't got the wheels I'm catching rides in this mf
Fresh up out the woods I'm getting high then a mf
If I tell this girl I got a girl then I don't want another
And I ain't finna argue with no bitches go and get your brother
I'm finna take the L out of lover then its over for her
He snitching but he say he love the boys niggas undercover
Undercover Eddie Griffin I'll pull up in a low rider
Hit her good then she started crying out her eyeliner
Put the broski on your ass he turn into a Pathfinder
He pulled the crackhead out I told my boy thats a bad lighter
And if she treat me right then I could never do wrong by her
He think he a gremlin they put his ass in that one sniper
Leemac Dora I'm exploring the pussy I'm a big swiper
He wanna bang but can't jump in with the guys he a bench fighter
He wanna play but he can't sub into the game he a benchwarmer
Slide the extra .5 right by the seven that's a big quarter
Counting money quesadillas in my hand it's a big border
You say that you the man but you ain't never did shit for her
Never ever trust no nigga if he ain't never did no right by you
I hope you keep your pistol on you past 12 cause I will not fight you
When you hit she be fake moaning cause she do not like you
When I hit she got a lil too pissed I put her on her cycle
Hit the gas one time and you gone sleep but it ain't rolled in NyQuil
I just told you a secret if you tell throw you off the Eiffel
Hold him off the balcony by his head but I ain't shit like Michael
Body halfway hanging off the bed I think thats what the pipe do
Never been no bitch it's before 12 so I might just fight you
She intrigued cause I got talents American Idol
He approached me in a manner that look suicidal
Take it off my hip I got speed cola its the green one I know
Take it off yo lip I take your word but just don't steer me wrongly
Yeah I said it's fuck that bitch now I'm kind of lonely
Niggas say I move like Drake keep a condiment on me
I don't want no girl I can't fuck raw so the condom ain't on me
I just hit the function with my stick but I'm tryna stay holy
I don't pump fake with the stick I'm leaving niggas holy
Pray to God that I don't press a nigga cause he owe me
Bitches say that I'm a boss I'm with Keem and Tony
On the the block third grade with Josh he told me I was chosen
If you tryna win the game I'm balling like DeRozan
Brownish tint inside my cup look like I'm sipping potion
I know we hang out all the time but we don't do no posting
When the pack move hella fast I feel like I'm in motion