Sunshine Christo - Pistols lyrics
[Sunshine Christo - Pistols lyrics]
(Astro)
It just, it sounds just like the D Savage one
That's a good thing
Tryna stick me up but I sticked him
Up cause y'know that I got pistols
Driving fast with a gun cause
I robbed someone in Bristol
Lost some money yesterday
Lost that shit to gambling
Gonna sell some drugs today
The funds are gonna handle it
Hear a beat, don't care who made that shit
I don't care cause I'm gonna dismantle it
She said I lied to her, well yes I did
And what you gonna do about it, oh yeah
Not shit you ain't gonna do shit cause
You're a little bitch
You got mileage, pussy like a trap card
Fuck with no condom cause a
Nigga gotta move so hard
Need a bopper for riding and
I ain't talking driving
No more message requests cause my
Fans are fucking wilding
Tryna stick me up but I sticked him
Up cause y'know that I got pistols
Driving fast down the highway cause
I robbed somebody in Bristol
If we beefed and you're alive
Consider yourself lucky
I could've killed you but I was
Too lazy and said fuck it
Tryna make music fulltime
Ain't got time to serve life
Knew a dude who got snatched up by the FBI
Snitched on everyone now he gone, fuck it
He almost died
If you want me to kill someone for you
Know I got a high price
Send some scouts for me
Then I'll decide if the jobs right
Don't need a gun these days cause
I know these niggas ain't shooting
The only shots these niggas tryna
Send is through some music
It just, it sounds just like the D Savage one
That's a good thing
Tryna stick me up but I sticked him
Up cause y'know that I got pistols
Driving fast with a gun cause
I robbed someone in Bristol
Lost some money yesterday
Lost that shit to gambling
Gonna sell some drugs today
The funds are gonna handle it
Hear a beat, don't care who made that shit
I don't care cause I'm gonna dismantle it
She said I lied to her, well yes I did
And what you gonna do about it, oh yeah
Not shit you ain't gonna do shit cause
You're a little bitch
You got mileage, pussy like a trap card
Fuck with no condom cause a
Nigga gotta move so hard
Need a bopper for riding and
I ain't talking driving
No more message requests cause my
Fans are fucking wilding
Tryna stick me up but I sticked him
Up cause y'know that I got pistols
Driving fast down the highway cause
I robbed somebody in Bristol
If we beefed and you're alive
Consider yourself lucky
I could've killed you but I was
Too lazy and said fuck it
Tryna make music fulltime
Ain't got time to serve life
Knew a dude who got snatched up by the FBI
Snitched on everyone now he gone, fuck it
He almost died
If you want me to kill someone for you
Know I got a high price
Send some scouts for me
Then I'll decide if the jobs right
Don't need a gun these days cause
I know these niggas ain't shooting
The only shots these niggas tryna
Send is through some music