Pistol Pistol (Remix)

O Trice cmon
Yeah, niggas got me
Imma get em
It aint over
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice
And Im poppin the clip bout to fix this issue
You pray that I dont hit, I aint equipped to miss you
Youre gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave aint just to get you
While my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you
Cause I dont go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
I solemnly swear on my daughters tears
The nigga that got em in the head to fill it before the year ends
I hope you inconspicuous my friend
Cause once the word get back you in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him for tryna murder whats
Been determined as the first solo African
To go platinum where the accident happened at
But maggots Im alive with vengeance to get back
My momma blood pressure was affected from that
My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time
Exact now and niggas act wild, when the mac come out
Yall niggaz ex out
And I dont wanna hear X Y Z
Im Xing out your whole entity for tryin to kill me
Filthy muthafuckas Ill show you what real be
When these HTBs light up your kidneys
Im so sincere you see in a hearse this year
Its not a verse its a curse from birth
And whats on your person over here, this is Obie hearin clear
Niggas beware, were coming at you with firearms in air
And your purpose on superfluous, how could I be merciful
When murkin mes a mercenarys goal?
Nigga I got paper, Ill have ya ass urgently exposed
No emergencys bringin back your souls
Slugs shatter your bones, for patt pattin me in the dome
Learn this pattern-in we catch him at home, he wrong
Thats when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen
Another dirty muthafuckas gone
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice
And Im poppin the clip bout to fix this issue
You pray that I dont hit, I aint equipped to miss you
Youre gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through
You seen us on the ave aint just to get you
While my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you
Cause I dont go no where without my pistol, pistol
Second rounds on me
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder
Oh shit run
Robbin, shootin, killin, murder