Viper - Pistol Play lyrics
[Viper - Pistol Play lyrics]
Cash is all in my face
It ain't nothing, seems like I won a top race
My money sick now, got me living top choice
Cuties give me cakes and make sure they moist
I done got this bread, livin in luxury
I'm keepin haters wishin that they was me
Keep it clownin' money pourin' out the sky
And the swag resoundin'
I went and got made, now my bread right
Catch me chuckin' ones on a Thursday night
I got these pretty girls choosin'
And haters were mad I was winnin'
They was losin'
They minds, tryna hate on a hustler
I top stanged
Now my cash more than I can muster
I heard they clique full of strugglers
Meanwhile, I'm top, call me a money rustler
My nigga, they don't care about you
Test the wrong folk and you gone lose
I'm tryna tell you you can lose your life
You better think once, and think twice
I'mma tell you now this game
Here ain't no joke
They'll take your head off and leave
You dead with the smoke
I'mma tell you now this shit real
Peep the play, and heed the word that I spill
I got your back when it
Comes to the street life
But what you gone do when they
Cut you with that knife?
You dead before you even wake up
And wonderin' why you got your
Neck snapped like a clutch
They gone test you in this game
And what will you do when they
Put bullets in your frame
You won't forget your last name
But what will you do when your life
Is worth less than the cain?
Play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
It ain't nothing, seems like I won a top race
My money sick now, got me living top choice
Cuties give me cakes and make sure they moist
I done got this bread, livin in luxury
I'm keepin haters wishin that they was me
Keep it clownin' money pourin' out the sky
And the swag resoundin'
I went and got made, now my bread right
Catch me chuckin' ones on a Thursday night
I got these pretty girls choosin'
And haters were mad I was winnin'
They was losin'
They minds, tryna hate on a hustler
I top stanged
Now my cash more than I can muster
I heard they clique full of strugglers
Meanwhile, I'm top, call me a money rustler
My nigga, they don't care about you
Test the wrong folk and you gone lose
I'm tryna tell you you can lose your life
You better think once, and think twice
I'mma tell you now this game
Here ain't no joke
They'll take your head off and leave
You dead with the smoke
I'mma tell you now this shit real
Peep the play, and heed the word that I spill
I got your back when it
Comes to the street life
But what you gone do when they
Cut you with that knife?
You dead before you even wake up
And wonderin' why you got your
Neck snapped like a clutch
They gone test you in this game
And what will you do when they
Put bullets in your frame
You won't forget your last name
But what will you do when your life
Is worth less than the cain?
Play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play