Cassidy - Pistol On My Side (Remix) lyrics

Me and the twin ninas have menage??
Pistol on my side, don't come at me sideways
When the 5 sprays, he paralyzed (Bye Legs)
Bust til' the Glock hot enough
To cook fried eggs
Most niggas my age been stopped liking rap
When they found out them niggas rappin
Ain't write them raps
And they ghost writer ain't write it
That nigga typed them raps in his phone
Text it to holmes and he recite them raps
But on any type of track, I go dummy on it
The game dumbin down cause a
Bunch of dummies doin it
My weed got somethin' funny on it
It make you feel a lil weezy
So they spendin cash money on it
You see me baby out here chasin the check
But you can go from makin
Connects to makin collects if you rappin
Hear me rap it it can make you depressed
Cause you tryna be street that
Don't make you the best
It's some shit holmes said I
Can't wait to address
I'm the greatest I should ghostwrite
For Drake and Em next
I'm so nice I can make them upset
But I don't give a hell
Louder guns, longer clips, bigger shells
So the hole big as hell when I smoke shit
Ha, me if I let the tommy hit you
You a ghost bitch
I did my own remix cause this dope Swizz
I roast this, I can't wait to post this bARS

Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side
Mr always High, but nigga
You can call me "Slime"

Drippin' Avianne, Fiji, I'm a water slide
Pockets fatter than a greedy nigga on a diet
Nina on my side
But she say you can call her "Nine"
Divas on my side
So many they could form a line
Strippers on my side and I
Got 'em performin' live
Hot girl in the bed and
She prefer the warmer side
Pistol on my side
I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind
Cita, that's my moms
Only had her and father time
Pistol on my side
You don't wanna hear it harmonize
Numbers don't lie
The Number One Stun- never mind
Tunechi in this bitch
Eyes lookin' like Konnichiwa
Swizzy on the beat
I'ma beat it like policia burr, burr, burr
Man the Uzi needs speech lessons
Pistol in my briefs
You don't wanna get this brief message
Here we go, here we go
Oh, oh, y'all think it's a game (yeah)

Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side
Pistol on my side
Talkin' 'bout the Army kind
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side

Swizzy on the beat
I beat your ass it like policia
Tunechi in this bitch
Eyes looking like Konnichiwa
Pistol on my side
You don't want that thing to scream at ya
Laughin' when you die, boy
My pistol a comedian (brr)
Pistol on my side
Now he lyin' like the media
Clips longer than encyclopedias
You're readin' 'em
Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel
Medium (brr)
We ain't hittin' licks
We beatin' 'em and then repeatin' 'em
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine
Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple
Then I'm barfing gang ride or die
Like we sittin' on Harley's (skrt)
Let the thing talk like
It's sittin' on Maury (burr)
Good, good, too good, in my doobie
I can't be stressin'
Ugh, ugh, ugh, that bitch moody
You may leave a message
Plll-plll-plll to his chest
Give him three presses pistol in my briefs
You don't wanna get this brief message
Here we go! Weezy!

Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job