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.38 SPECIAL Video (MV)




Performed By: Javion Bishop
Length: 2:17
Written by: Bishop Pearsall




Javion Bishop - .38 SPECIAL Lyrics




I lost a lot in 17 but imma get that back
It's still 11:11 till I get 22 racks
Then I'll be 0-22 I never fumble the bag
I double up and put my muhf*ckin hood on the map

Acres Shakers, Imma make it all it take is some patience
I made a statement when I told y'all I was chasing them pavements
Was the only n****s rapping just me Quinton & Wavy
Anybody that came after us is straight overrated

I am the candidate, ain't no debate and
Some call it chance and some call it fate
I put on my mask & run in yo safe and
This ain't a phase nah this ain't a game
And I had a plan and I made a way
And nobody playing cause this ain't a stage
And I been away for like 56 days
But nothing has changed, you stuck in my ways

Come at me stupid I fly inna rage
My skull will get hot like I'm Nicholas Cage
I got a revolver that's double my age
It's 5 in the chamber and one in your brain and
Niggas is bitter it's leaving a taste
My n****s will drop you and pick up the case and
You wanna be me but we not the same
You are not family you are not gang boy
Nah, you are not family, you are not gang, boy

I been on my chief shit like Geronimo
This shit here about to blow
Enie-meanie-miny-moe
Let me see which type of flow
Imma used to knock these n****s down like they was dominos
The both is my dispensary boy you can get all kinds of smoke

Pop up at your front door with the beef like we was Dominos and
I come through and shut all this shit down just like Guantanamo
Me & You are not the same, you don't wanna go
Against me imma open up my mouth and let that lava flow

You ain't get the memo?
Imma contract killer, I'll body any instrumental
Niggas tryna swipe my style but they ain't even got the PIN Code
If I go pop I'll watch all of these n****s turn into pimples

Lil n**** hop off my nuts
Nigga I might pop my trunk
I might pull my drop out
And go stupid like I flunked
This as good as it gets
I got a foreign with no roof don't use no sticks when I shift, bitch
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I lost a lot in 17 but imma get that back
It's still 11:11 till I get 22 racks
Then I'll be 0-22 I never fumble the bag
I double up and put my muhf*ckin hood on the map

Acres Shakers, Imma make it all it take is some patience
I made a statement when I told y'all I was chasing them pavements
Was the only n****s rapping just me Quinton & Wavy
Anybody that came after us is straight overrated

I am the candidate, ain't no debate and
Some call it chance and some call it fate
I put on my mask & run in yo safe and
This ain't a phase nah this ain't a game
And I had a plan and I made a way
And nobody playing cause this ain't a stage
And I been away for like 56 days
But nothing has changed, you stuck in my ways

Come at me stupid I fly inna rage
My skull will get hot like I'm Nicholas Cage
I got a revolver that's double my age
It's 5 in the chamber and one in your brain and
Niggas is bitter it's leaving a taste
My n****s will drop you and pick up the case and
You wanna be me but we not the same
You are not family you are not gang boy
Nah, you are not family, you are not gang, boy

I been on my chief shit like Geronimo
This shit here about to blow
Enie-meanie-miny-moe
Let me see which type of flow
Imma used to knock these n****s down like they was dominos
The both is my dispensary boy you can get all kinds of smoke

Pop up at your front door with the beef like we was Dominos and
I come through and shut all this shit down just like Guantanamo
Me & You are not the same, you don't wanna go
Against me imma open up my mouth and let that lava flow

You ain't get the memo?
Imma contract killer, I'll body any instrumental
Niggas tryna swipe my style but they ain't even got the PIN Code
If I go pop I'll watch all of these n****s turn into pimples

Lil n**** hop off my nuts
Nigga I might pop my trunk
I might pull my drop out
And go stupid like I flunked
This as good as it gets
I got a foreign with no roof don't use no sticks when I shift, bitch
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Writer: Bishop Pearsall
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