Driftin Pistols (feat. KP Skywalka)

I'm driftin, the pistols n trickin I'm driftin, with pistols n trickin I leave with a ten and smoke Ayy, sun come up, I'm in my bag Walk out the mall, poppin' tags Pushin' the pedals and driftin I fuck with shorty, she tuckin my pistols Purchasin' pedals cause she a girl Girl, but when she get home, I whip her Ayy, yeah Ayy, but when she get home, I whip her Ayy, rainy day, her pussy wet Glock on my waist, the clip extend I whip the bimmer not benz Came with a nine, I leave with a ten Came with a nine, I leave with a ten Came with a nine, I leave with a ten Tuckin' ah nine, it's reliable Got a stop on the drop, on the opp its a fire drill Brought the fire, right in here Ain't no pussy nigga bout to take it Glock star, lifestyle Nigga might not make it But if it don't make sense, at least make it paper I'm stackin' it up, lil' bitch, I ain't faking Take a trip, flight overseas If the lil' bitch wanna go a date with me And I keep me a drac And a vest in case these pussy ass niggas wan play with me I'm loadin' guns and sippin' pink Stickin' everything in the Mag but the kitchen sink Ayy, Everything in the mag, but the kitchen sink dont play with Im driftin the pistols n trickin driftin the pistols n trickin driftin the pistols n trickin He thought it was that, but it wasn't But fuck all the love N I hear all the talkin Imagine I probably put this gun on my cousin But she wanna get back to the Ayy, she wanna get back to the lovin Cruisin' this bitch by myself I was listenin' to Keef I was thinkin' bout the time we was twitchin Cruisin' this bitch by myself I was listenin' to Keef This bitch got me turnin' and twisted She say I'm selfish, and I only think by myself Cause after I crack, I kicked her Ayy, after I crack, I bip her Get in her pussy, I get out the swiftest I rap bout this life cause I live it Like, bro, want me move I still hang where I'm from I'm the biggest She can dig me I hang with the youngins He ride with the walkest Click, he ride with the walk, It's difference Ha, what, what, ha Bitches, they lovin' the metaphor Pretty girls, they love the pistol, I'm badder for em Pretty girls, they love the pistols, be sweatin to em Stupid and young, she want me, teach a ' lesson to her She stupid and young, but she move with a grown brain I get a, or, on my own, yeah Rappin', don't worry about my phone bang Talkin' to grandma, she keep on askin' my song name Grandma lookin' my songs up Dippin' with skino in the 8, I'm real gettin' my funds up He get a head, get a thumbs up While I'm thinkin' somethin' stuck And we like to move and put guns up He thought it was that, but it wasn't, though I got a problem with whoever I click with my cousin, bro We stashin' the, by the dozen, bro Niggas get fried for that shit We put shit in the oven, bro