Pistol Pete (feat. TrippythaKid)

(Ay, ay!) I told him I'm on one man! He didn't think I was but he fucked up! (Woo! Man, he fucked up again!) Oh he mad, wait! (How many times you gonna fuck up?) Oh he-- oh he pissed! (Yea!) Yea he pissed! (Yea!) Yea he pissed! (Yea wait!) I just made the big boy status, and they feelin' it Homie got the big boy Patek, boy, you still a bitch Pistol, like that lil toy rabbit, wit' the drummer kits I had me a damn hard spring, I need a summer quick And imma need a crown; think I might be royalty If you tryna dial, hit me on the rotary They say how it sound; say it sounded horribly Wrap it up now, dump it in the coral reef Yeah, woe is me, woe is me Cuban on zero degrees Say he ain't gon' play, but he a fan, just like Dakota heat Talkin' shit online, until we met, he got the coldest feet Took that boy to church, and then we choked him with the rosary Pull up in jiff, dapped up, real spiffy Side B on my side, got sauce, real drippy Spent your life tryna catch a hit, Ken Griffey All the time got by you, and the clock keep ticking I pop him if he lipping, too hot, get out the kitchen I knock him wit' a two piece, no, we ain't be talkin' chicken All opps be getting pissed, and your broad I get to pickin I'm Harry Potter on this, by the way, I brought the stick in I went and dropped the "hey say" (In come the riches) Go ahead and make my day day, trigger finger itching Don't know what to say, K, leave you swimming with the fishes While I'm chillin' witcha bae, wait, licky licky lickin' I'm a general, I'm a leader, I'm a big commando Walkin' on you and we slap you all around like hambone Big grip, watch your back, cock it back like Rambo Reason that I'm actin cocky, I'm a cocky asshole I'm Pistol Pete (Fuck, why they talk about him?) Talk about him like a king (like a god) Bitch, I let the pistol sing, wait (let it pop) Why they pissed at me? (Why he pissed at me?) I'm Pistol, I'm Pistol-Pistol-Pistol Pete (wait, yuh) Bitch, I'm like a king (come and run that shit again) Man, I let the pistol sing (bitch, pff) Why they-- they pissed at me! I'm Pistol, I'm Pistol-Pistol-Pistol Pete (Why he on me? Why they on me, why they on me?) Bitch, I'm boutta pop off, Trippy spittin' hot sauce Who you boutta cop off? Say less, I've been top dog Flying down the court, in the Porsche, you could not, dog Boutta teleport, to the store, get the vodka Sippin on some liquor, these bitches thinkin' they hot, dog My girl got the everything, in the whip getting topped off Slide, on the gang, smoke a couple in a couple I'm fried, on the gang, I could hustle for a couple I'm sick of the weak shit, Trippy tryna freak it Catch me in the mosh pit, elbow to the teeth, bitch Could it be? Trippy Pistol Pete! (Pistol Pete!) Overseas, people tryna be! (Pistol Pete!) I'm a general, I'm a leader, I'm a big commando Walkin' on you and we slap you all around like hambone Big grip, watch your back, cock it back like Rambo Reason that I'm actin cocky, I'm a cocky asshole I'm Pistol Pete (Fuck, why they talk about him?) Talk about him like a king (like a god) Bitch, I let the pistol sing, wait (let it pop) Why the fuck they pissed at me? (Why he pissed at me?) Bitch, I'm Pistol Pete (shit, wait, yuh) Bitch, I'm like a king (come and run that shit again) Man, I let the pistol sing (bitch, pff) Why they-- they pissed at me? I'm Pistol, I'm Pistol-Pistol-Pistol Pete (Why he on me? Why they on me, why they on me?) Ayy, Pistol Pete Ayy, yuh, who it be? Ya ya ya yaaaaaah! Ooh ooh ooh!