Pistol Grip Pump ft. Boone The Bad Habitz Lyrics

Pistol gripping, I can't let them catch me slipping

And the boys, I can't let them catch me with it

Suckers hating, they gon' feel it

It's always best to mind your business

Either that or you make peace with your religion

We outside, suckers, I can't let them catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let them catch me with it

Suckers, I can't let them catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let them catch me with it

Semi-auto like a bitch, you can't live without her

Let the ops catch me slipping, bitch, I highly doubt it

Got an issue, have a pistol, or you gon' die about it

We hopping out Black tints, this ain't no ghost gun

Niggas beefing on the net, but we gon' smoke something

Send an LOL text like a joke, huh

Ski mask in the party, yeah, we on one

Whole team got hammers like construction

Let the bitch ride a whip, that's cause 12 hot

You gotta take the clip out to fit the stash box

Handle business with a stock, but we like extending

Killing niggas, send his best friend to heaven with him

Busters, I can't let them catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let them catch me with it

Suckers, I can't let them catch me slipping

Especially when you living in my position

Pistol gripping, I can't let them catch me slipping

And the boys, I can't let them catch me with it

Suckers hating, they gon' feel it

It's always best to mind your business

Either that or you may peace with your religion

We outside, suckers, I can't let them catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let them catch me with it

Suckers, I can't let them catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let them catch me with it

Make the chopper do the wave, make the chopper do the wave

Gunshots don't graze, bullets have no names

All thats gon' change, I don't never make change

Money boys get bags, all day that's facts

I be counting my racks, bust a shot at your back

Open up like a pack, sell a sack, get it back

Benji's coming in a stack, get a brick, make it crack

If he talk, he get wacked, if he talk, he get wacked

Make the chopper do the wave, make the chopper do the wave

Not the home of the brave, sending shots at your brain

Shells falling like rain, bring the pain, bring the pain

Wu-Tang method man, like a dog off the chain

I ain't never been a slave, bitch niggas behave

Gunshots don't graze, bullets have no names

Hit em up, pit em up, bust shots, make em duck

Give a fuck, give a fuck, on they block, leave em sunk

Pistol gripping, I can't let em catch me slipping

And the boys, I can't let em catch me with it

Suckers hating, they gon' feel it

It's always best to mind your business

Either that or you make peace with your religion

We outside, suckers, I can't let em catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let em catch me with it

Suckers, I can't let em catch me slipping

Johnny's, I can't let em catch me with it