Pistol Past 12 Lyrics

I'm finna slide on this mf

If I don't got the wheels I'm catching rides in this mf

Fresh up out the woods I'm getting high then a mf

If I tell this girl I got a girl then I don't want another

And I ain't finna argue with no bitches go and get your brother

I'm finna take the L out of lover then its over for her

He snitching but he say he love the boys niggas undercover

Undercover Eddie Griffin I'll pull up in a low rider

Hit her good then she started crying out her eyeliner

Put the broski on your ass he turn into a Pathfinder

He pulled the crackhead out I told my boy thats a bad lighter

And if she treat me right then I could never do wrong by her

He think he a gremlin they put his ass in that one sniper

Leemac Dora I'm exploring the pussy I'm a big swiper

He wanna bang but can't jump in with the guys he a bench fighter

He wanna play but he can't sub into the game he a benchwarmer

Slide the extra .5 right by the seven that's a big quarter

Counting money quesadillas in my hand it's a big border

You say that you the man but you ain't never did shit for her

Never ever trust no nigga if he ain't never did no right by you

I hope you keep your pistol on you past 12 cause I will not fight you

When you hit she be fake moaning cause she do not like you

When I hit she got a lil too pissed I put her on her cycle

Hit the gas one time and you gone sleep but it ain't rolled in NyQuil

I just told you a secret if you tell throw you off the Eiffel

Hold him off the balcony by his head but I ain't shit like Michael

Body halfway hanging off the bed I think thats what the pipe do

Never been no bitch it's before 12 so I might just fight you

She intrigued cause I got talents American Idol

He approached me in a manner that look suicidal

Take it off my hip I got speed cola its the green one I know

Take it off yo lip I take your word but just don't steer me wrongly

Yeah I said it's fuck that bitch now I'm kind of lonely

Niggas say I move like Drake keep a condiment on me

I don't want no girl I can't fuck raw so the condom ain't on me

I just hit the function with my stick but I'm tryna stay holy

I don't pump fake with the stick I'm leaving niggas holy

Pray to God that I don't press a nigga cause he owe me

Bitches say that I'm a boss I'm with Keem and Tony

On the the block third grade with Josh he told me I was chosen

If you tryna win the game I'm balling like DeRozan

Brownish tint inside my cup look like I'm sipping potion

I know we hang out all the time but we don't do no posting

When the pack move hella fast I feel like I'm in motion