OJ da Juiceman, Project Pat - Pistols lyrics
[OJ da Juiceman, Project Pat - Pistols lyrics]
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's the type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvers
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
When I was 14, got my first 12 shot
Flexin round the park, man if you try me
Eh, yes, and Juice been had bread
My I was having in the game
Saved it up a little
Bought myself a new thing
Yeah Juice was pushing caine
And if a nigga try me
Let that baby girl sing
I call her my girl, cause she stay down mane
4 cliip shawty, now we boomin off the chain
Bought my first chopper, double nut drum mane
A hundred round clip stupid mane
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's thе type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvеrs
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
My nigga for the
That's the kind of gun Project use
When I'm on the creep
3 5 7, or a 44 revolver
Stick up in if he got a problem
Robbin, robbin, hot like a desert sun
Banana clip on the K
God gave me a desert gun
Swag fast, with a bandana tony Montana
Then I pull that thing at you
Suckers better lay it down
Blow a hole through your back, the ground
Suckers be doubting me but I can't you
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's the type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvers
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
Keep a handgun, I'm strapped up
Kush blowing in my trap house, racked up
Project Pat and Juiceman
Stay with them pistols bruh
AK 45, pistol with the whistle bruh
Trigger finger itchen
And I'm packing missiles boy young Juiceman
And I'm rocking with them pistols boy
I just went and got me
And I got them stupid clips
If a nigga want some
45 chopper man I'm workin
Catch me in your hood
And them bullit's go to serfin
Niggas talk that talk
But dawg I walk that walk
And, man I chop them off
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's the type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvers
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
That's the type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvers
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
When I was 14, got my first 12 shot
Flexin round the park, man if you try me
Eh, yes, and Juice been had bread
My I was having in the game
Saved it up a little
Bought myself a new thing
Yeah Juice was pushing caine
And if a nigga try me
Let that baby girl sing
I call her my girl, cause she stay down mane
4 cliip shawty, now we boomin off the chain
Bought my first chopper, double nut drum mane
A hundred round clip stupid mane
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's thе type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvеrs
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
My nigga for the
That's the kind of gun Project use
When I'm on the creep
3 5 7, or a 44 revolver
Stick up in if he got a problem
Robbin, robbin, hot like a desert sun
Banana clip on the K
God gave me a desert gun
Swag fast, with a bandana tony Montana
Then I pull that thing at you
Suckers better lay it down
Blow a hole through your back, the ground
Suckers be doubting me but I can't you
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's the type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvers
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
Keep a handgun, I'm strapped up
Kush blowing in my trap house, racked up
Project Pat and Juiceman
Stay with them pistols bruh
AK 45, pistol with the whistle bruh
Trigger finger itchen
And I'm packing missiles boy young Juiceman
And I'm rocking with them pistols boy
I just went and got me
And I got them stupid clips
If a nigga want some
45 chopper man I'm workin
Catch me in your hood
And them bullit's go to serfin
Niggas talk that talk
But dawg I walk that walk
And, man I chop them off
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers
That's the type of shit that'll
Run straight through ya
Pistols, choppers and revolvers
That's the type of shit
Pistols, asalt rifals, hand guns
That's the type of shit pistols, copper
Young Juiceman
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