Pistol Pete Lyrics

Uh, money it do not mean shit to me

If you send shots then you better be hitting me

Cause I keep that glock on my side

I'm a whiteboy, I shoot just like Pistol Pete

Chop finna hit his head, no it won't hit his knee

I'm really turning up, lil' bitch, who lit as me

Bitch I'm the one who still getting cheese

These bitches be talking, it do not mean shit to me

I put on some Vlone, it look like a fit to me

I feel like I'm Izzy, these pussies can't get to me

Bitch you a lame so don't ever say shit to me

Try do me wrong you won't ever get shit from me

Bitch I be posted in shit you can't get for free

These people be talking but drive what they giving me

I'm running it up, bitch, I got that agility

I'm running it up, bitch, I feel like Usain Bolt

Bitch I'm the goat, we not in the same boat

Bitch I'm too solid, I know that I can't fold

We gon' go everywhere they fucking can't go

Pull out that big chop and aim at a tango

Said that you having racks, bitch what you payed for

Whipping that SRT, moms used to have the Durango

Why is you chilling with lame hoes

Why is you hanging with my opps, I thought we was brothers

I run up the bag like no other

We burning out SRTs, whole street it smell like that rubber

If we is sending shots, bitch, take cover

Believe in myself and that's thanks to my mother

If you run up I'm a fighter, not a lover

Eating up beats, man, this shit feel like supper

If that bitch try hit me up I'm finna dub her

Uh, burning up SRTs all you can smell is that rubber

No I do not what that ugly hoe

Getting them bands off of rapping so this is that money flow

You coming around and you wanting shit, it was just fuck me though

You is a bitch and ain't on shit the study shows

I'm finna knock his ass out like I'm Tunny bro

We finna wipe if he got him a runny nose

We run up bags and he only just run his mouth

Keep with that talking, get gang and we stump him out

Walk in the store and we known just to shut it down

Bro sipping Wock he don't fuck with the Tussin now

Walk in the Set and I'm dropping some dumb amount

He was my brother but switched so it's fuck him now

Unlimited sauce, lil' bitch it ain't running out

You claim you popping but I don't hear much about you

I hear a lot of shit, it sound like cap to me

I run it up get that bag like a athlete

Bitch I been killing shit, go check the stats to see

And when I walk in, I got my gang backing me

If he run up on me wrong that's a tragedy

I know one day I'ma snap on a Trgc beat

Throw that right hook, if it hit then he fast asleep

Up in that SRT, no one as fast as me