Patient Zer0 - God Hates Rappers

Pistol Poppin'

All of my life I been taken for granted
Been talkin to God where the fuck is my brain at
Been askin my grandma the fuck is my prayer at
Kept makin my music told someone to play that
Bitch all of my groupies are nameless
All of my watches got diamonds and faces
But wait, what is the time
I gotta go and pick mom up to dine
Gotta get dinner
Gotta buy lunch
This money don't talk 'less my hand up it's butt
My money ventriloquist, don't even front
I stand in the front of the lunch line and trust
My money will be right one day
Imma see stage lights I pray
Imma get that wraith some day
Pull up with that Chevrolet
With that drop top, two seater
Bad bitch and you see her
Tits out and she screaming
Oh man ah damn, who is she
People turn they head just watchin
Break they fuckin neck in silence
Boy they load they guns and cock em
Damn them boys just pistol poppin

(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
Damn them boys just pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
Damn them boys just pistol poppin

Gotta 45 in my 32
Waist gotta strap it's 52
Damn that girl from Machu Picchu
She just eat my dick like seafood
Baby girl you wanted me too
Don't act like it's so damn difficult
I just eye my other bitches point em out and then it's soulfood
Damn that bitch she old news
She just leaned out in the backseat
I sit back and bask in sunlight
Damn bitch I be runnin the game like I'm from
Chi-town, or Akron
LeBron, no cappin
Church shoes, no Chaplin
Real shit, no rappin
Ain't it crazy how some paper rules our life
My mind be growin put that weed down and earn my stripes
Like i just came from that warfare
Heart cold like fall air
They fake like they doll hair
But damn bitch I be rappin got degrees in Christmas presents
Watch while I address these peasants
Or I'll fly around with pheasants
Ride or die I'll go to Heaven
Ah damn, I'm certified
Do this shit until I die
Top 5 and I'm not 2, 3, 4, or even 5

(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
Damn them boys just pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
Damn them boys just pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
Damn them boys just pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
Damn them boys just pistol poppin

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Writer(s): Joey Jackson
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