Pistol Pete

Uh, money it do not mean shit to me If you send shots then you better be hitting me Cause I keep that glock on my side I'm a whiteboy, I shoot just like Pistol Pete Chop finna hit his head, no it won't hit his knee I'm really turning up, lil' bitch, who lit as me Bitch I'm the one who still getting cheese These bitches be talking, it do not mean shit to me I put on some Vlone, it look like a fit to me I feel like I'm Izzy, these pussies can't get to me Bitch you a lame so don't ever say shit to me Try do me wrong you won't ever get shit from me Bitch I be posted in shit you can't get for free These people be talking but drive what they giving me I'm running it up, bitch, I got that agility I'm running it up, bitch, I feel like Usain Bolt Bitch I'm the goat, we not in the same boat Bitch I'm too solid, I know that I can't fold We gon' go everywhere they fucking can't go Pull out that big chop and aim at a tango Said that you having racks, bitch what you payed for Whipping that SRT, moms used to have the Durango Why is you chilling with lame hoes Why is you hanging with my opps, I thought we was brothers I run up the bag like no other We burning out SRTs, whole street it smell like that rubber If we is sending shots, bitch, take cover Believe in myself and that's thanks to my mother If you run up I'm a fighter, not a lover Eating up beats, man, this shit feel like supper If that bitch try hit me up I'm finna dub her Uh, burning up SRTs all you can smell is that rubber No I do not what that ugly hoe Getting them bands off of rapping so this is that money flow You coming around and you wanting shit, it was just f*ck me though You is a bitch and ain't on shit the study shows I'm finna knock his ass out like I'm Tunny bro We finna wipe if he got him a runny nose We run up bags and he only just run his mouth Keep with that talking, get gang and we stump him out Walk in the store and we known just to shut it down Bro sipping Wock he don't f*ck with the Tussin now Walk in the Set and I'm dropping some dumb amount He was my brother but switched so it's f*ck him now Unlimited sauce, lil' bitch it ain't running out You claim you popping but I don't hear much about you I hear a lot of shit, it sound like cap to me I run it up get that bag like a athlete Bitch I been killing shit, go check the stats to see And when I walk in, I got my gang backing me If he run up on me wrong that's a tragedy I know one day I'ma snap on a Trgc beat Throw that right hook, if it hit then he fast asleep Up in that SRT, no one as fast as me