Classic ft. Tythesamurai Lyrics

(Pistol packin never slackin bitch killa-killa)

(Pistol-pistol packin never slackin bitch smackin killa)

(Pistol packin never slackin bitch killa-killa) Aye

(Pistol-pistol packin never slackin bitch smackin killa)

How you compare me to any of these niggas me and them we not the same

Hop in the booth and I spit all my heat my diamonds gon put out the flame

Feel like I'm future bitch I'm a monster go crazy off the codeine

Bro got the mud in his cup got me thinkin he codeine Cobain

Baby this shit is a classic like thriller

Im growing my spirit while still gettin skrilla

We making a video something like triller

You better than me bitch you drunk off the Miller

I'm breaking the bread callin me the big tipper

Check out my drip callin me the big dripper

My shorty too pretty don't need her a filter

Stand tall on these niggas I'm built like a pillar

Don't wanna play wit me but I ain't no killer

I ain't for the games but ima deliver

We hop on a song and my mouth like a trigger

It stay automatic got some niggas bitter

Fuck all of that fame and that clout

Get my money i spend it then bounce

Check comin in and it feel like allowance

Now I'm callin the plug tell him get me an ounce

Got blessed tatted on my arm cuzz I feel so damn blessed niggas

Don't say you my mans if you playin me like chess nigga

Thought you was my day 1 shit you supposed to be my mans nigga

How you talk down and you watch me you a fan nigga

LOUMADE SHIT (Pistol packin never slackin bitch killa-killa)

(Pistol-pistol packin never slackin bitch smackin killa)

(Pistol packin never slackin bitch killa-killa)

(Pistol-pistol packin never slackin bitch smackin killa)

Cut off the haters, the fakes, the snakes and don't give a fuck that I did

I don't got time for great debates I say what i want and I dip

Don't gotta tell me I know I'm great, these niggas so mad that I'm here

We taking yo hoes, you outta control, so stay yo bitch ass in the rear

Niggas be talkin in bigots and shit but they really not walkin that walk

I promise i be making sure that my heaters don't miss

I don't wanna see nothing but chalk

Mmm

Look at the rats they be tellin and shit

They be giving you up when they caught

Mmm

I'm high as a bitch I'm a hawk

You fake as the follows you bought

I gotta keep me a 9

You cannot tell me I'm wrong

I hold that fire when we skate

And when I talk on the phone

I don't be trusting this shit

Niggas be hatin and wantin you gone

All that because you just wanna be on

Got her right next to me writing this song

I-10 down shift and I'm gone

Fuck it

Ima just feed on you niggas to keep alive

Ima get everything you niggas seek

Run up the commas while all of y'all hide

She gimme head in the back of the whip

She want the jelly I'm keeping the side

Smith and Wesson and the hollow the tips

Show Them All bitch Ty Samurai

(Pistol packin never slackin bitch killa-killa)

ARIGATO (Pistol-pistol packin never slackin bitch smackin killa)

(Pistol packin never slackin bitch killa-killa)

(Pistol-pistol packin never slackin bitch smackin killa)