NLE Choppa – Pistol Paccin Lyrics

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Pistol packin’, never slackin’, bitch killa’-killa’
Pistol-Pistol packin’, never slackin’, bitch smackin’ killa’
[?] ain’t shit
Pistol packin’, never slackin’, bitch killa’-killa’
Pistol-Pistol packin’, never slackin’, bitch smackin’ killa’
(Pistol-Pistol packin’, never lackin’, ayy)

Two things I never seen, a nigga named Bigfoot and a ho I need (Ho I need)
Keep the backdoor closed, gotta’ lock it, throw away the key (Throw away the key)
We can be a state away, U-turn if I ain’t got my ski
2023, we got built-in switches on them gleez (Woo)
Drac’ hit, don’t ask, we take shit
Like a blunt, we face shit (Come on)

Nigga lay shit, keep yo’ shoes tight
Know some niggas trip, they couldn’t run right
You throw fits and we throw bullets out the stick, you a bitch, I’m a real nigga
He a momma’s boy, jumped off the porch, know a nigga had to babysit him, on God
Knock weight off a nigga like a BBL
Slide all day like a CVL (‘L)
Heart skip a beat like a CD player (Player)

Fuck a classic bitch, I want a ratchet bitch, give me a city girl
I’m cappin’, fuck, tell Dre I’m a shell, let a young nigga rock her world (Come on)
Wrist glisten, chain glisten, like my manners trippin’, uh
Memphis nigga, talk with a slur, she say my grammar different, uh
Police come get me, my name Benny, nigga, I wasn’t in it, uh
Fuck the judge, nigga I’m illiterate, I be dodgin’ the sentences

Pistol packin’, never lackin’, run up, get yo’ issue (Brrt)
Guns clappin’, pussy grabbin’, Donald Trump militia (I’m on it, brrt)
Pants saggin’, momma’ naggin’, like who raised a nigga?
My bitch like a Backwood (Ayy), yo’ ho like a swisher (On god)

Bitch, I’m a pistol packin’, yeah, what’s crackin’? Play, bet he go missin’
Fully auto ARP, equip the scope so I don’t miss him
Ask the city ’bout me, nigga, they gon’ tell you I been spinnin’
On the street who got more killa’s? Know them pussies hate to feel me
Any way, I just made 50k, spent 30 on my dentist
Upped a 20 on my image, like 3k Wock’ for my kidney
I was just broke ‘den a bitch, now I have convo’s about business
Real estate and gained a mistress, doubled up, ain’t need a witness, uh

Think I’m a ho, come and show me
Been ballin’, Ginóbili, no killa’s, that’s Hoovers and Rollin’s
Wit’ this choppa, I shoot like I’m Kobe
So if you don’t know me, it’s best to walk light if you trollin’
600 my hood, I control it
And if you ain’t know it, just come to my block and I’ll show it
No snakes in my grass ’cause I mowed it
Hell nah, I ain’t goin’, you kick that back door and I’m blowin’

Ayy, who you know really havin’?
This pistol on me, so I’m saggin’
My momma don’t like it, I told her it’s fashion
Niggas fake, so it’s best that I have it
Topped the last bitch I hit, she was average
But my new bitch, I swear she the baddest
She know, then you know I’m from Dallas
The home of the Mavericks, so nigga, you know we–

Pistol packin’, never lackin’, run up, get yo’ issue (Brrt)
Guns clappin’, pussy grabbin’, Donald Trump militia (I’m on it, brrt)
Pants saggin’, momma’ naggin’, like who raised a nigga?
My bitch like a Backwood, yo’ ho like a swisher (On god)

Brrt