Letras:
Pistol Grip Runnin From The Gun

You know we're gonna hit you like a pistol grip got you runnin from the gun You know we're gonna hit you like a pistol grip got you on the run Try to

the RIP pump that pistol grip, Thugged out on a 187, Where the niggas, they temple split, Hit em up, get em up, nigga dont get caught runnin with them

the dry balls I spent twelve on the gators with the eye balls [Verse 2: Young Buck] Macs, AKs, and all that shit An Automatic 357 with hollowtips Pistol grip

Got your bawd out on Broadway tah Broadway in ah broad day Now I brought the underground plunger sound from down under Somethin' like when that thunder pound way from round yonder Hey I'm from

drawls coward these bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone before a nigga cool his gun real nigga runnin from Mobb will throw away glock won't pistol

plug him up Gun him up, One is enough Nigga nuts and hamburger It's just another damn murder [Hook] I plotted my next murder in the bedroom, Grippin on a pistol

red Thinkin' should I get these hoes Thinkin' should get these hoes Thinkin' should I but they head Should a nigga plan a hit Or grab my pistol grip

clappin' Nigga, I was rappin' while you was actin' 'cuz (Everywhere I go) Real niggas postin', gettin' drunk, smokin' Khaki chucks spokin', pistol grip

temperament Honestly, I got a monster pistol gripped and I commence to spit None of y'all exempt from it, spit, spit, passes from it You get stiff from