Spirit Gun

(Chorus)
Pistol in my pocket that shit hit you in yo' hipbone
Hella stones on me bitch my wrist look like the Flintstones
Load up on a choppa turn a nigga to a skinbone
Run up in yo' crib spirit gun through yo' window
(Repeats x2)

(Verse 1)
Red and green on my feet bitch I'm Gucci walkin'
She act like she don't know me but she know her choochie talkin'
I be on the block I stay posted with that mopstick
Stop with all that cappin' 'cause you know a nigga drop shit

(Verse 2)
Strapped up,(strapped up)
I be with the Glock bitch I'm strapped up
I be with the pack boy I'm packed up (boy I'm packed up)
I be with the slimes bitch we slatt up
Yeah we slatt up
Yeah we slatt up

(Continued verses)
And my wrist a scuba diver
Penetrate yo' bitch like the prongs on a binder
He stuck beefin' on the net but you know I'm a spider
Took a couple shots you would have thought I was a sniper

Why you try'na talk to me you know we never cliqued up
Run up in yo' house with my niggas it's a stickup
He was speaking clear 'till that choppa made 'em hiccup
Tried to bring yo' niggas till you saw I had some pickups

(Chorus)
Pistol in my pocket that shit hit you in yo' hipbone
Hella stones on me bitch my wrist look like the Flintstones
Load up on a choppa turn a nigga to a skinbone
Run up in yo' crib spirit gun through yo' window
(Repeats x3)