PISTOL PACKIN' ft. BabySuess Lyrics

I'm just a young mother fucker with a bankroll

Now I'm ridin' through the places where you can't go

And I did it all without a fucking label

I'ma get it, it don't matter even if it's gettin' painful

Fuck you for not seein' me that's straight up

Got a new Marcedes 'cause I paid up

God really ain't been giving me no layups

Makin' do with what I got because I say so

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch killa

Pussy slappin', 4L trappin', dope dealer

Pop a cap in bitches yappin', for real-ah

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch smackin' killa

The sun is up, the sun is up

No wonder why my check is up

You changin' up but that ain't us

No wonder why my pay-stub up

I spent the pay stub on a racer

Meant for us, was born a playa

Colder than the Himalayas

Don't trust him, he gonna betray ya

When you talk about the pistol packer, rapper, trapper, body catcher

I don't wanna hear it, after thoughts are absent, made it faster

You a capper, capper,

Colin Kaepernick your bitch, Masters harass us

In a ghost, I call it Casper, Casper diamonds clear as glass-ah

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch killa

Pussy slappin', 4L trappin', dope dealer

Pop a cap in bitches yappin', for real-ah

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch smackin' killa

Pistol packin', Got the fucking pistol packin', automatic

We not lackin', pick your pocket, loot your house from floor to attic

Got 'em trash em, hide 'em stash em, what you got I had been had it

Tell 'em what you been on, where you at 'cause I'll be there God damnit

Hunnids on 'em, hunnids on 'em, hunnids and they runnin' damnit

Run with 'em, gonna run with 'em, gonna run until you catch the rabbit

Done with 'em, have fun with 'em, and I ain't stopping 'till I have it

Just a young ass mother fucker with some money and some habits

I'm just a young mother fucker with a bankroll, bankroll

Ridin' through the places where you can't go, can't go

Did it all without a fucking label, label

Get it, it don't matter even if it's gettin' painful

All these mother fucking rappers sound the fucking same

I'm a breath of fresh air to the mother fucking game

This is just the start little bitch, you better write the name

Of Suess and KZA, duo dropping hits before the fame

Duo dropping on the beat like mother fucking missiles

No strings attached we got the heat, the kind of heat the sizzles

We so fresh, you only fresh a little, Purple Prince with just a drizzle

And we also got the mother fucking

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch killa

Pussy slappin', 4L trappin', dope dealer

Pop a cap in bitches yappin', for real-ah

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch smackin' killa

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch killa

Pussy slappin', 4L trappin', dope dealer

Pop a cap in bitches yappin', for real-ah

Pistol packin' never slackin' bitch smackin' killa