Pistol Grip

Trillmonger verse 41secs//

 

Riding around town waiting for the sun to go down/

With the pump in my grip,trunk loaded with the pounds/

I got unlimited ammo you won't last not one round/

If you jump in that water, then you might get drowned/

Your picture might be found on the back of a shirt/

Driving around with you laying in the back of a hearst/

I wrote this murder verse sittin in the back of a church/

When its time to do dirt,bitch trills just goes beserk/

In the middle of night thats when demons comin out/

We,living like the purge thats what the screamin is about/.

Time to bring them pistols out when your livin in the drought/

Bitch your life is lie, you gonna end up dying chasing clout/

Cause im like/