RA (Real Artillery) & Giggs – Pistol Lyrics

RA (Real Artillery) & Giggs – Pistol Lyrics
Pistol
RA (Real Artillery) & Giggs
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    "Pistol." - RA (Real Artillery) & Giggs

    Album: Pistol - Single
    Track No: 01
    These new rappers just rap good
    They ain't never seen a Mac cook
    I came home from that jailhouse
    And had a bag of dons on their back-foot
    All this "whip, whip" and this "trap trap"
    And ain't none of them have seen crack-coke
    All this "click-click" and this "wap-wap"
    And ain't on piss, that's a bad look
    So I'm strapped with the glock, go catch me an opps
    See him buying food and crashing a shop
    W-we pay three, four cash in a box
    Still got the .44 stashed in the block
    If my bro's in the pent, upset with the block
    Cah man turned wet like the head on a mop
    Foreign reds will bring back the head of our opps
    This bulldog will blow the heads off our opps
    Be a G, and I get that
    And you buss your ting, I respect that
    I see you shining, I can take that
    But that's a petty ting so man just leff that
    D-done put in work, I done checked that
    And this road life's a big setback
    I got nicked wearing my body armour
    But they had to gimme my vest back
    Man will roll out with this four pound
    Go-go lick out a man's head back
    But the judge might just roll out
    And put a 30 rec on man's head back
    I'm talking rap or grime
    Trap or ride
    Strap on side
    Mac on nine
    Been out here with waps and knives
    Don't get gassed, get wapped on sight
    Bringin' that clean, bringin' that crystal
    Came with that team (Team)
    G-gimme that pistol (That pistol)
    Gimme that pistol (Pistol)
    Gimme that pistol (Yeah)
    G-gimme that cream (Cream)
    Bringin' that ritual
    This is that ritual
    This is that ritual
    Nizz gettin' rich now
    You can get a fistful
    Gimme that cream
    Bring me that pistol
    Bring me that pistol (Yeah)
    B-bring me that pistol
    Got nightmare?
    Stop right there
    That's my block right here
    You get shot right there
    Keep that throne
    This is not my chair
    In my Gucci trousers
    And just rock Nike Air (Jheeze)
    Goons in the map
    Who hear the shooters abusing the Mac?
    If they do gettin' rude, just shoot and attack
    Don't turn around, shoot in the back
    That's the spot right there
    A good shot right here
    I might take my business
    Just shop elsewhere
    Inna that team
    Flippin' official
    Look at that strap
    Original issue
    Bag at that scene
    And they're gonna miss you
    Get away from them haters
    They're just waitin' to diss you
    Got a box right here
    That's a shot right here
    I might take that box
    And just might not care
    I just got that drop
    And go an' popped that, where?
    Any kind of diss
    I just clocked right dere
    Bringin' that clean, bringin' that crystal
    Came with that team (Team)
    G-gimme that pistol (That pistol)
    Gimme that pistol (Pistol)
    Gimme that pistol (Yeah)
    G-gimme that cream
    Bringin' that ritual
    This is that ritual
    This is that ritual
    Nizz gettin' rich now
    You can get a fistful
    G-gimme that cream
    Bring me that pistol
    Bring me that pistol (Yeah)
    B-Bring me that pistol
    (Bring me that pistol)
    (Bring me that pistol)

    Writer(s): RA (Real Artillery), Giggs.

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