Testo PISTOL PACCIN - NLE Choppa
Testo della canzone PISTOL PACCIN (NLE Choppa), tratta dall'album Cottonwood 2 (Deluxe 2.0)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha) pistol packin', never slackin', -, killer, killer
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin', - smackin' killer
Pistol packin', never slackin', -, killer, killer
Pistol, pistol packin', never slackin', - smackin' killer (ayy)
Two thangs I never seen, a - named Bigfoot and a - I need (- I need)
Keep the backdoor closed, gotta lock it, throw away the key (throw away the key)
We can be a state away, U-turn if I ain't got my ski
2023, we got built-in switches on 'em glees (woo)
Drac' hit, don't ask, we take -, like a blunt, we face - (come on)
N- lace -, keep your shoes tight, know some - tripped, they couldn't run right
You throw fits, and we throw bullets out the stick, you a -, I'm a real -
He a mama boy, jumped off the porch, know a - had to babysit him, on God (brrt)
Knock weight off a - like a BBL
Slide all day like a CDL ('L)
Heart skip a beat like a CD player (player)
F- a classy -, I want a ratchet -, give me a city girl (period)
I'm cappin', -, tell Dre I'm a shell, let a young - rock her world, come on (I'm serious)
Wrist glisten, chain glisten like my manners trippin', uh
Memphis n-, talk with a slur, she say my grammar different, uh
Police come get me, my name Benny, -, I wasn't in it, uh
F- the judge, n-, I'm illiterate, I be dodgin' the sentences (brrt-brrt)
Pistol packin', never lackin', run up, get your issue (brrt)
Guns clappin', grabbin'-grabbin', Donald Trump militia (I'm on it, brrt)
Pants saggin', mama naggin' like, who raised a n-? (Who raised you?)
My-my like a Backwood (ayy), yo'-yo' like a Swisher (brrt, wee)
I'm a pistol packin', yeah, what's crackin'? Play, bet he go missin'
Fully auto ARP, equip the scope, so I don't miss him
Ask the city 'bout me, n-, they gon' tell you I been spinnin'
On the street, who got more killings? Know them - hate the feelin'
Any way, I just made 50K, spent 30 on my dentist
Other 20 on my image, like 3K Wock' for my kidney
I was just broke than a -, now I have convos about bidness
Real estate and gainin' interest, doubled up, ain't need a witness, uh
Think I'm a -, come and show me, been ballin', Ginóbili, know killers that's Hoovers and Rollings
With this choppa, I shoot like I'm Kobe, so if you don't know me, it's best to walk light if you trollin'
600 my hood, I control it and if you ain't know it, just come to my block and I'll show it
No snakes in my grass 'cause I mow it
Hell nah, I ain't goin', you kick that back door, and I'm blowin'
Ayy, who you know really havin'?
This pistol on me, so I'm saggin', my mama don't like it, I told her it's fashion
- fake, so it's best that I have it
Told the last - I hit she was average, but my new -, I swear she the baddest
You know, then you know I'm from Dallas, the home of the Mavericks, so n-, you know we
Pistol packin', never lackin', run up, get your issue (brrt)
Guns clappin', grabbin'-grabbin', Donald Trump militia (I'm on it, brrt)
Pants saggin', mama naggin' like, who raised a n-? (Who raised you?)
My-my like a Backwood, yo'-yo' like a Swisher (on God, brrt)
Credits
Writer(s): Homer Banks, Raymond E. Jackson, Paul D. Beauregard, Carl Mitchell Hampton, Jordan Michael Houston, Bryson Lashun Potts, Kendall Taylor, Xavier Landum
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