Gun$moke - Driftin Pistols (feat. KP Skywalka) Lyrics

I'm driftin, the pistols n trickin
I'm driftin, with pistols n trickin
I leave with a ten and smoke
Ayy, sun come up, I'm in my bag
Walk out the mall, poppin' tags
Pushin' the pedals and driftin
I f*ck with shorty, she tuckin my pistols
Purchasin' pedals cause she a girl
Girl, but when she get home, I whip her
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, but when she get home, I whip her
Ayy, rainy day, her pussy wet
Glock on my waist, the clip extend
I whip the bimmer not benz
Came with a nine, I leave with a ten
Came with a nine, I leave with a ten
Came with a nine, I leave with a ten
Tuckin' ah nine, it's reliable
Got a stop on the drop, on the opp its a fire drill
Brought the fire, right in here
Ain't no pussy nigga bout to take it
Glock star, lifestyle
Nigga might not make it
But if it don't make sense, at least make it paper
I'm stackin' it up, lil' bitch, I ain't faking
Take a trip, flight overseas
If the lil' bitch wanna go a date with me
And I keep me a drac
And a vest in case these pussy ass niggas wan play with me
I'm loadin' guns and sippin' pink
Stickin' everything in the Mag but the kitchen sink
Ayy, Everything in the mag, but the kitchen sink
Dont play with
Im driftin the pistols n trickin
Driftin the pistols n trickin
Driftin the pistols n trickin
He thought it was that, but it wasn't
But f*ck all the love
N I hear all the talkin
Imagine I probably put this gun on my cousin
But she wanna get back to the
Ayy, she wanna get back to the lovin
Cruisin' this bitch by myself
I was listenin' to Keef
I was thinkin' bout the time we was twitchin
Cruisin' this bitch by myself
I was listenin' to Keef
This bitch got me turnin' and twisted
She say I'm selfish, and I only think by myself
Cause after I crack, I kicked her
Ayy, after I crack, I bip her
Get in her pussy, I get out the swiftest
I rap bout this life cause I live it
Like, bro, want me move I still hang where I'm from I'm the biggest
She can dig me
I hang with the youngins
He ride with the walkest
Click, he ride with the walk , It's difference
Ha, what, what, ha
Bitches, they lovin' the metaphor
Pretty girls, they love the pistol, I'm badder for em
Pretty girls, they love the pistols, be sweatin to em
Stupid and young, she want me, teach a ' lesson to her
She stupid and young, but she move with a grown brain
I get a, or, on my own, yeah
Rappin', don't worry about my phone bang
Talkin' to grandma, she keep on askin' my song name
Grandma lookin' my songs up
Dippin' with skino in the 8, I'm real gettin' my funds up
He get a head, get a thumbs up
While I'm thinkin' somethin' stuck
And we like to move and put guns up
He thought it was that, but it wasn't, though
I got a problem with whoever
I click with my cousin, bro
We stashin' the, by the dozen, bro
Niggas get fried for that shit
We put shit in the oven, bro