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letra de pistol on me* - lil tjay

pistol on me- lyrics
[intro]
grrt, bap, bap (bap)
only child (grrt)
oh-oh, yeah
sb

[verse 1]
pistol on my side, can’t a n-gga catch me slippin’ (skrrt)
if you think that i ain’t grippin’ then you’re really out of luck (grrt)
jonjon on my blood brother, he throws double c’s up (brrat)
me, i’m from the third, sb throw them 3’s up (sb, sb)
got an ap just to flex, lot of carats on my neck
seventeen so don’t forget, on my way to be the best (woah, woah, woah)
i’ll still cop that new patek, freein’ in that new corvette (‘vette)
foreign footers when i step, for real (ayy)
got a shooter to my left, nina talk she knows what’s best (what?)
every time she passes the test, i be tryna use her less
i been tryin to progress, locked in it ain’t no rest
please don’t try to disrespect, i call my shooters and get you wet

[chorus]
oh-oh, i want six watches, it’s gon’ take time
i don’t care for n0body but me and mine (bratt)
f-ck me a opp thot, bust on her spine
hennessy up in my cup, i ain’t drinking wine
[bridge]
i’ma hit the road soon, i’ma bring my bro goons
everybody trained to go, i ain’t finna hold you
‘fore a n-gga act member what i had told you
you don’t wanna have them surgeons open up and close you (brr)
drive by’s, foreign v’s, everybody mobile
half the time i’m in the bronx still could catch me local (gang)
ever since a young n-gga, i’m the take to poke with it
now i’m dropping 10-bands flat time to smoke you

[chorus]
oh-oh, i want six watches, it’s gon’ take time
i don’t care for n0body but me and mine
f-ck me a opp thot, bust on her spine
hennessy up in my cup, i ain’t drinking wine

[verse 2]
i be on the corner where them dealers at (bratt-bratt)
y’all always screaming what y’all bout but where them k!llers at?
our side where it’s realer at, faded i’on feel a flat
lot of n-ggas talking on the ‘gram we gon’ deal with that (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
double r, we cruise with it
white b-tter, smooth with it (smooth)
know these n-ggas wanna catch me sleep, so i move with it (move)
cruisin’ thru the opp-side, wonder why the block’s dry (wet)
ain’t n0body tryna be around when them shots fly (when them shots fly)
sb, the team with it, .40 got a beam with it
we ain’t leaving police no sh-lls, ’cause we clean with it (no, no, no)
youngest on that gang sh-t, see a n-gga bang sh-t (yeah)
don’t you think we playing no games ’cause this fame sh-t?
[outro]
oh-oh
yeah
oh-oh
yeah
sb

- lil tjay

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