[Chorus:] Don't wanna see you
with no pistols if you ain't
ready to roll nigga(put down that 45)
Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready
to roll nigga(gotta let that 40 ride)
Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready
to roll nigga (let's do a homicide)
Don't ever wanna see you with no pistols
if you ain't ready to roll nigga
Don't wanna see you with that
45 unless you gon' ride
If I say you gon' die
motherfucker I get so loud
What you be procrastinating I think you fuck
around with pistols cause they fascinating
You motherfuckers ain't
gon' do nothing
When you get through frontin' niggas out here
already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothing
End up at the pearly gates
when they test you
Gotta dirty face but what you know
about a 30 ain't special shit
And I know them hard words make you jump up with
your? when you got the mosburg pump bitch
And the shortys lookin' at you
like a punk bitch
Cause you ain't making what you
claim ain't gon' dump click
You gon cry when you hear them bullets dumping when
them shortys come and ride on you
(when the pistol click clack)
If you still alive will you really get the dumpin' if you got that
in the sha there was three
real killas who bust guns and puff fire
They cut weight by the key and
baggin' every gram
Instead? bustin' with the
pistol in they hand
I'm preachin' murder like
a vicious reverend
About niggas who claim they shootin'
but they never seen 357s
Now what reason would you hold it up
Put that pistol down nigga pick
that weed up roll it up
Twista up the light you
don't really won die
Stop your blood clot crying
Your bullets don't fly
? aim smooth? I keep that Smith and
Wesson with me like I'm black moon
Toss up the living room storm
through the kitchen
I caught that nigga in the
bathroom shittin' and pissin'
What you shakin' for I thought
you said you ready to ride
Don't be coming with me if you ain't strapped
because I
[Chorus] I keep
a p95 nine milli rugger
You fuckin' with a shooter
Quick to bloody your suit up
My aim impeccable point
like a decibel
300 feet away in a tower
snipin' a festival
What you know about
9's and glock 40's
And 45's see our 15's with
the 5 pound slide
Thirty shot clips snub noses with
the rubber grips
Wicked techs that'll put the kiss
of death on your lover's lips
? we get the squeeze nigga
Ak- 47s make them bitches retreat nigga
Like a g nigga
I make em bleed nigga
? I'm bustin' that's on my c nigga
My war chest is filled with ballers and techs
Ski masks gloves and vests so
nigga what's next nigga
It's real thuggin' you
a bitch to the bone
If you ain't go through nothin' shorty
leave them pistols alone
