"Suck This Pistol" lyrics
Suck on this pistol, open your mouth wide
You can run, motherfucker, you can't hide
This for my brother and my cousin that died
This for my brother locked doing twenty-five
I got it all for you, D, coke and trees
No shell toes, just cheese bowls and weed
Follow him through the game, he holds the keys
Hollow tips through your brain, P-coats and V's
Beast mode, yeah, the piece take lives
Drop street trees, flooded jails state wide
Stash box cluttered with heat, and the blunts straight fire
Sluts want a quick skeet, but the nut takes time
Run up on 'em with the nine, get him for his weed
Pour shot glasses, sit him on his knee
Any rapper you name can get it for a fee
Shyne doing ten, but he in P.C
Not me (Though), did all mines in population
Max got this jail shit down to a T
Water proof guard tech down to the ski
And I'm all on the sidewalks down to the P
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled, fuck
I was in the grind
And I ain't even like rap, I was into crime
They ratted on the boy and thought I'd be in a dime
Came back in seven, had to go and do it
Bullet wasn't fucking with no woolen
Now the boy back out
Mafia can suck a dick, the boy maxed out
No peeing in a cup, I pee up in your slut
Cowgirl peeing in her butt, Grand Cru, Sour Diesel in the Dutch
Fuck, I'm in the top five (Yeah)
And I'm what the game been needing, ever since Biggie and Pac died
Creep through your backdoor, go in your house hide
Beat you with the black four, open your mouth
Max hop out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof, he vezel, when you hot, they feed you
Nigga, I done make the cops bleed
We doing them drop fees, we moving in Mach speeds (Holla back)
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled, fuck
You can run, motherfucker, you can't hide
This for my brother and my cousin that died
This for my brother locked doing twenty-five
I got it all for you, D, coke and trees
No shell toes, just cheese bowls and weed
Follow him through the game, he holds the keys
Hollow tips through your brain, P-coats and V's
Beast mode, yeah, the piece take lives
Drop street trees, flooded jails state wide
Stash box cluttered with heat, and the blunts straight fire
Sluts want a quick skeet, but the nut takes time
Run up on 'em with the nine, get him for his weed
Pour shot glasses, sit him on his knee
Any rapper you name can get it for a fee
Shyne doing ten, but he in P.C
Not me (Though), did all mines in population
Max got this jail shit down to a T
Water proof guard tech down to the ski
And I'm all on the sidewalks down to the P
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled, fuck
I was in the grind
And I ain't even like rap, I was into crime
They ratted on the boy and thought I'd be in a dime
Came back in seven, had to go and do it
Bullet wasn't fucking with no woolen
Now the boy back out
Mafia can suck a dick, the boy maxed out
No peeing in a cup, I pee up in your slut
Cowgirl peeing in her butt, Grand Cru, Sour Diesel in the Dutch
Fuck, I'm in the top five (Yeah)
And I'm what the game been needing, ever since Biggie and Pac died
Creep through your backdoor, go in your house hide
Beat you with the black four, open your mouth
Max hop out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof, he vezel, when you hot, they feed you
Nigga, I done make the cops bleed
We doing them drop fees, we moving in Mach speeds (Holla back)
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled
What the deal? Everybody 'round here kill
Everybody starve, everybody 'round here steal
For real, I'm tryna get me a mill'
But it's tragic, you gotta get your face all peeled, fuck
