Pistol Pistol (Remix)

You can catch me in a whip with a fifth of pictures Then I'm poppin' a clip bout to fix this issue

You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you

You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue

Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through

You see that's on the ass, anxious to get you

But my penis is a mag when I lift it, hit you

Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol

I solemnly swear on my daughter's tears

The nigga that got him in the head to feel it before the year ends

Hope you inconspicuous, my friend

Cause once the word get back, you're in a world of sin

Bullets will hurt her with him

For trying to murder what's been determined

As the first solo African

To go platinum where the accident happened at

But maggots, I'm alive, revenge is to get back

My mama, blood pressure was affected from that

My little girl need a daddy on the phone

At a certain time, exact now

And niggas act wild

But when the Mac come out, your niggas exiled

And I don't wanna hear X, Y, Z

I'm X-ing out your whole entity for trying to kill me

Filthy motherfuckers, I'll show you what real be

When these HTBs light up your kidneys

I'm so sincere, you're seeing a hearse this year

It's not a verse, it's a curse for bursting

What's on your person over here?

This is Obi here, I'm clear

Niggas beware, I'm coming at you with firearms and air

And your purpose so superfluous

How could I be merciful when mercenaries go?

Nigga, I got paid while I had your ass urgently exposed

No emergencies bringing back your souls

Slugs shatter your bones

For pat-pat me in the dome

Learn this pattern, we catch him at home

He wrong, that's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen

Another dirty motherfucker's gone

You can catch me in a whip with a fifth of pictures

Then I'm popping a clip bout to fix this issue

You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you

You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch a tissue

Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through

You seen us on the ave, anxious to get you

But my penis is a mag when I lift it, hit you

Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol

Second round's on me

One, two, three

Oh shit bro

Rob it, shoot it, kill it, murder