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letra de pistol pete (feat. trippythakid) - sugs

[intro: sugs & trippythakid]

(ay, ay!)
i told him i’m on one man! he didn’t think i was but he f-cked up!
(woo! man he f-cked up again!)
oh he mad, wait!
(how many times you gonna f-ck up?)
oh he p-ssed! (yea!) yea he p-ssed! (yea!) yea he p-ssed! (yea wait!)

[verse 1: sugs]
i just made the big boy status, and they feelin’ it
homie got the big boy patek, boy you still a b-tch
pistol like that lil toy rabbit, wit’ the drum it kicks
i had me a d-mn 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
yea woe is me woe is me
cuban on zero degrees
say he ain’t gone play but he a fan just like dakota, he
talkin’ sh-t 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 p-ssed and your broad i get to pickin
i’m harry potter honest 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’

[pre-hook: sugs]
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, c-ck it back like rambo
reason that i’m actin c-cky, i’m a c-cky -sshole

[hook: sugs]
i’m pistol pete, (f-ck, why they talk about him?)
talk about him like a king (like a god)
b-tch i let the pistol sing, wait (let it pop)
why they p-ssed at me? (why he p-ssed at me?)
b-tch i’m pistol pete (wait, yuh)
b-tch i’m like a king (come and run that sh-t again)
man i let the pistol sing (b-tch, pff)
why they? they p-ssed at me!
(why he on me? why they on me, why they on me?)

[verse 2: trippythakid]
b-tch 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 b-tches 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 sh-t, trippy tryna freak it
catch me in the mosh pit, elbow to the teeth b-tch
could it be? trippy pistol pete! (pistol pete!)
overseas, people tryna be! (pistol pete!)

{outro: trippythakid]
ayy, pistol pete
ayy, yuh, who it be?
ya ya ya yaaaaaah!
ooh ooh ooh!

- sugs

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