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lirik lagu j pistol - word 2 bro

[intro]
grah, boom block
it’s that j pistol n~gga, man
drop my a, i’m takin’ 6ix of y’all
mr. “smack him with the choppa ‘fore i boom him”
boomblock

[chorus: j pistol]
when i pop out, they run
like, rule number 1: gotta walk with my gun
no, i can’t lack, won’t run
b~tch, i gotta keep it, i’m the only son
b~tch, i be geekin’, i be goin’ dumb
once i start squeezin’, i’mma get it done
she just gon’ eat a n~gga ’til he numb
get lined by a treesh, n~gga, is you dumb?

[verse: yavi dg]
yo bro, let’s spin, you know i’mma spin
you throw, i throw, we throw more than six
you cl!ck, i cl!ck, get low with the stick
we both take trips if that n~gga hit
we don’t say sh~t, i could never switch
like, big 6~8 tote 8, throw 6
save 2 more shots for him and his b~tch
we gon’ reverse the whip just to make sure he hit
don’t run, don’t trip when you spin through my strip
throw the keys to my b~tch when i hop out the whip
double clutch on the knocka when i up the 5th
throw a opp of the bridge and watch him tryna swim
watch them hollows start rainin’ from the 40 clip
watch them opp n~ggas duckin, now they runnin’ rick
got a scope on the bl!ck, i’mma look in this b~tch
when i up, better dip, put the beam on his chin
[bridge]
grah grah, grrrah
rip aj, rip boom

[verse 2: yavi dg]
b~tch i came up from none
b~tch, i came from the dirt, i got it out the mud
send 2~3 shots out the [?], make him run
big 4~5 on my hip, get it done
i might catch me a body and go on the run
he got shot in his stomach, now he feelin~
i told bro, “stay on 50”
catch a [?], bullets beat on his chest, [?] goin’ dumb
we like bobby and whitney, on the run
i be swervin’ through lanes while she holdin’ my gun
i’m the king of my city, number one
can’t forget all the sh~t that i done
like giannis, let’s keep it a buck
let’s be honest, you don’t own a gun
on p.o. with a chop ’cause i don’t give a f~ck
hollows cookin’ sh~t up, bullets hot like the sun
poled up on foot, had to hop on the bus
i maneuver through crowds, hit a car when i clutch
take a trip by my doley, it’s just me and my gun
i told bro, “hit whoever, i don’t care which one”
25 pocket rocket, that’s a tiny gun
bullets up through his body every time he run
[verse 3: j pistol]
throw a shot, he duck
get up with him, lil n~gga, don’t run
big ass gun in the trunk
run up on me, get put in a blunt
which one? don’t front
make her suck it ’til a n~gga cum
keep on point, gotta keep my gun
i ain’t start cl!ckin’ if i ain’t feelin’ numb
brodie start glitchin’, hittin’ everyone
when i say spot ’em, gotta get ’em gone
first n~gga play, now the glizzy drawn
keep my name out your f~ckin’ songs
big ass hammer, wave it like i’m thor
send four shots, hoppin’ out the ford

[bridge: j pistol]
send four shots, hoppin’ out the ford
big ass hammer, wave it like i’m thor
keep my name out your f~ckin’ songs
first n~gga play, now the glizzy drawn

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