Chanel (Pistol Grip)
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced
Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced
Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Leş
Leş
Leş
Leş
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Walk up, walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
On my fly shit when i'm all promethazine
Take a seat bitch, take sips of the hennessy
Homie know that I'm cold like 0 degrees
So I sip that lean and get hot so, please
Take shots of tequila, put it on the rocks
Get checks no fila
Yeah, smoke pot when i see her
Shawty so fine motherfuckers wanna steal her
Shawty so thick, big bags like dealers
Weed so lit, shit don't get realer
Yeah, just don't get realer
Pull up on her crib, then i talk like skrilla
Didn't want me, now she want that chilla trilla
Dopeboy sippin' on that liquor
Yeah, she flexin on my pictures
Pull the trigger
So i'm Back once again
Sippin' on hen
Smokin' on hash, with all of my friends
My partner got zaza, the strain is chanel
I light up a ten, I'm not tryna sell
Spliffin' the fuck out this shit like we Angels
Chillin' in heaven but straight outta hell
Lil shawty so fine, I look at her eyes
The way she look back she got ass i can tell
Yeah bro
You tryna be swaggy?
Bitch i got swag in my baggy
Twenny for me and that shawty so i'm takin her home
She bouncin on me like a rabbit
All of my homies they hustle
Tryna get fashionable, you know we be swaggin'
Smokin' so much of the glue, i'm stickin' to weed
So high, I feel like i'm laggin
Ride with the pistol grip
Ride with my bitch, you know i'm nice
Look at my eyes, they know i get fly
Bro i'm kissin pink
And the life i'm livin just vibin
Smokin' on different shit
I decided, gotta align
I'm pickin a side
You wanna be a star, then shine in the night
Go get a dime, the day gettin dark
But don't give me light
I just need a lighter, gotta get high
I feel like a raider, when i reside
A hoe to my left and a blunt to my right
You noticed the rise, I'm from the horizon
People got cash here, but they not wiser
If you can hear this, don't go outside
You better hide, you know i be
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced
Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Walk up, walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off (Dj Killa)
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced
Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced
Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Leş
Leş
Leş
Leş
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Walk up, walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
On my fly shit when i'm all promethazine
Take a seat bitch, take sips of the hennessy
Homie know that I'm cold like 0 degrees
So I sip that lean and get hot so, please
Take shots of tequila, put it on the rocks
Get checks no fila
Yeah, smoke pot when i see her
Shawty so fine motherfuckers wanna steal her
Shawty so thick, big bags like dealers
Weed so lit, shit don't get realer
Yeah, just don't get realer
Pull up on her crib, then i talk like skrilla
Didn't want me, now she want that chilla trilla
Dopeboy sippin' on that liquor
Yeah, she flexin on my pictures
Pull the trigger
So i'm Back once again
Sippin' on hen
Smokin' on hash, with all of my friends
My partner got zaza, the strain is chanel
I light up a ten, I'm not tryna sell
Spliffin' the fuck out this shit like we Angels
Chillin' in heaven but straight outta hell
Lil shawty so fine, I look at her eyes
The way she look back she got ass i can tell
Yeah bro
You tryna be swaggy?
Bitch i got swag in my baggy
Twenny for me and that shawty so i'm takin her home
She bouncin on me like a rabbit
All of my homies they hustle
Tryna get fashionable, you know we be swaggin'
Smokin' so much of the glue, i'm stickin' to weed
So high, I feel like i'm laggin
Ride with the pistol grip
Ride with my bitch, you know i'm nice
Look at my eyes, they know i get fly
Bro i'm kissin pink
And the life i'm livin just vibin
Smokin' on different shit
I decided, gotta align
I'm pickin a side
You wanna be a star, then shine in the night
Go get a dime, the day gettin dark
But don't give me light
I just need a lighter, gotta get high
I feel like a raider, when i reside
A hoe to my left and a blunt to my right
You noticed the rise, I'm from the horizon
People got cash here, but they not wiser
If you can hear this, don't go outside
You better hide, you know i be
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Smoked out, Loced
Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
Ridin' with the pistol
Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
Walk up, walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off (Dj Killa)
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