Lyrics Vado – Pistol On My Slime (Freestyle)
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(Let’s pray for the people that we just lost)
God dammit son, ya…
Pistol on my slime, pistol on my other slime
Middle finger high fuck with all my other slimes
Watch they momma cry as they see they body lay
You can’t school the kid I turn into colobine
The beef comes with fries let me get a number 9
Had to up the time box paper come with mine
You think I ain’t gonna shine you must be out your fucking mind
(Let’s pray for the people that we just lost)
Yo I ain’t havin’ it, grab the pot out the cabinet
Break it down over news paper like I was crabbin’ it
All my chick is savages none of them close to average
Cinematic table with mad of it, have them baggin’ it
New panarama the double wing in the back of it
Rear seat executive TV turn into a tablet
Style been immaculate, 40. Cal I be packin’ it
Check under the car make sure these niggas ain’t trackin’ it
Rollie on some khald shit platinum the Dallas outta if it
Chain white gold Marc Cuban minus the maverick
Heart ice cold I ain’t human no I’m a catholic
Check the status than I got shooter, no one comparison
Embarrassing on the rival I pawn the rifle
Ain’t titles that honor men it men who honor title
Bitches use to tell me how all them nigga that hype you
None of them is your friend and none of them niggas like you
None of them want you to win they look at you like a rival
Put my hand on the bible, I promise be extra spiteful
Jordan Jackson the Tyson, I promise I’ll be extra Michael
Moon walkin’ on pieces, the whole arm gotta glitter
Jumpin’ outta bus, the whole army is with us
Before you ever go get us, make sure you never forget us
Pistol on my side trigger finger on the job
Pistol on my side trigger finger on the job
God dammit son, ya…