Blowin That K & That Pistol

[Intro]
My adlibs gotta be aye
Hey Tall Wall, I can't believe this shit
Hey Threat hey Glock hey Hank, hey Mook
We going two cars deep?
Hey Dubs, hey hand me that K or that pistol bro
I'd rather that pistol
Man, I'd rather that K, let's go
Hey Tall Wall

[Verse]
He ain't never slide with no K, or no motherfucking pistol
Get you through a bitch I'ma send lil' shhh, 'Freka to get right with you
He havin' lil' _ he ain't blowing his pistol
He get off lil' Tay he better not catch you
Soon as he kiss her the way she be eating this dick that mean hе blowing my missile
She use a lil' pеn for a hundred lil' bands
And I'm deep in the streets I could run up them bags
He was selling his soul and he was selling his ass
Said my name in a song and I'm in something fast
I'm selling that white I could back to bags
Might sign to OVO with that Drac' in my hand
Heard a nigga talking 'bout lil' Tall can't go band-for-band
Thinking lil' Wall pockets Easter bunny Amiri my pants
Nigga I wish I would wear Amiri with Dior with no cash
Lil' 41 Cartier this bitch jhi bussin or a 36 Rollie that shit ain't nothing
Nigga need to find a [?] nigga he Chris Tucker
Better stay on Twitter I'ma keep drinking Don
Do a show in the city we come drop a bomb
Yeah I tried to give him a pass it's Roger Beats that shit on the arm
Roger can't even stop this shit should've got with Tall and Jake like State Farm
You fucking with cuz I ain't fucking with dude he been washed up this ain't nothing new
Niggas know 'bout Tall work I'm tying my laces I'm deep in the streets
Nigga you hang up the 8th? Nigga you hang up the T? Them niggas they're sweet
Got barred from Mellon can't go on that street
And I'm fucking with dog, he dragging his feet
I could go up the K and ain't nothing happen to me
Face card good I don't like to be on YouTube I'm tryna keep it the street
Tryna keep it the street 'cause that shit ain't law
You get in that jam I know you gon' talk
You gon' tell up niggas everything you saw
You a telling-ass nigga we ain't talking 'bout Saw
I be cracking these bitches I was over the jail I was [?] stuck [?]
Glock 23C nigga I just swapped for a Glock 27 I'm a motherfucking dog
You could ask Lil Skino his mother we dog her
We kick in his door [?]
I could've been that wild nigga, put his mother head in the toilet
You signed you a deal I'm a little bit richer
You signed for a hundred they offered a ticket
I'ma just be patient I know I'ma get it
Uh, hey Threat let's go, we 'bout to fuck up their block
When we get on their block and we sitting on shhh we sending them shots and his ass cha-cha
Yeah that's what his ass get for thought I was a rapper wasn't in them cars
Working this Drac' going left to right and I'm twisting and turning going "bah, bah"
Niggas ain't sneaky, they ain't sneak up on me and I get out that car and I get on one knee and I'm banging
Nigga I'ma full blown creep
When I'm stepping these steppers be Louis my sneaks
They say that I feel like a don drinking that Don crack us a opp it's on me
Two Drac's, two blatts and I'm riding with Feet
Came out the Feds and yeah we elite

[Outro]
Let's go, hey
Man, nigga I'm Tall Reap', they ain't fucking with me
Let's go
Man, keep selling your cheeks
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