PISTOL PACCIN Lyrics – NLE Choppa
Singer: NLE Choppa
Title: PISTOL PACCIN
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Pistol packin’, never slackin’, b#tch killa’-killa’
Pistol-pistol packin’, never slackin’, b#tch smackin’ killa’
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Pistol packin’, never slackin’, b#tch killa’-killa’
Pistol-pistol packin’, never slackin’, b#tch smackin’ killa’
Two things i never seen, a n#gg# named bigfoot and a ho i need (ho 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 them gleez (woo)
Drac’ hit, don’t ask, we take sh#t
Like a blunt, we face sh#t (come on)
n#gg# lay sh#t, keep yo’ shoes tight
Know some n#gg#s trip, they couldn’t run right
You throw fits and we throw bullets out the stick, you a b#tch, i’m a real n#gg#
He a momma’s boy, jumped off the porch, know a n#gg# had to babysit him, on god
Knock weight off a n#gg# like a bbl
Slide all day like a cvl (‘l)
Heart skip a beat like a cd player (player)
f#ck a classic b#tch, i want a ratchet b#tch, give me a city girl
I’m cappin’, f#ck, tell dre i’m a shell, let a young n#gg# rock her world (come on)
Wrist glisten, chain glisten, like my manners trippin’, uh
Memphis n#gg#, talk with a slur, she say my grammar different, uh
Police come get me, my name benny, n#gg#, i wasn’t in it, uh
f#ck the judge, n#gg# i’m illiterate, i be dodgin’ the sentences
Pistol packin’, never lackin’, run up, get yo’ issue (brrt)
Guns clappin’, p#ss# grabbin’, donald trump militia (i’m on it, brrt)
Pants saggin’, momma’ naggin’, like who raised a n#gg#?
My b#tch like a backwood (ayy), yo’ ho like a swisher (on god)
b#tch, 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#gg#, they gon’ tell you i been spinnin’
On the street who got more killa’s? know them p#ssies hate to feel me
Any way, i just made 50k, spent 30 on my dentist
Upped a 20 on my image, like 3k wock’ for my kidney
I was just broke ‘den a b#tch, now i have convo’s about business
Real estate and gained a mistress, doubled up, ain’t need a witness, uh
Think i’m a ho, come and show me
Been ballin’, ginóbili, no killa’s, that’s hoovers and rollin’s
Wit’ 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 mowed 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 momma don’t like it, i told her it’s fashion
n#gg#s fake, so it’s best that i have it
Topped the last b#tch i hit, she was average
But my new b#tch, i swear she the baddest
She know, then you know i’m from dallas
The home of the mavericks, so n#gg#, you know we–
Pistol packin’, never lackin’, run up, get yo’ issue (brrt)
Guns clappin’, p#ss# grabbin’, donald trump militia (i’m on it, brrt)
Pants saggin’, momma’ naggin’, like who raised a n#gg#?
My b#tch like a backwood, yo’ ho like a swisher (on god)
Brrt
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