PiSTOL lyrics

Double down with the money then I flip it Fast lane, speedin' till I get a ticket Them haters kinda quiet now, I'm hearin' crickets That girl a baddie, she a pistol, let her grip it Pistol, ooh, man, this shit is fire Pistol, ooh, man, your shit is tired Pistol, ooh, legend in the makin' on the beat Pistol Pete, or Zeke, from Cabin Creek Light the wick on these black cats, hearing erry word I'm talkin' shit, 'cause I stay on fire Larry Bird This underdog ballin' so you the one gettin upset Three fingers to the sky, get it out the net I'm wet like you know who they won't hide, they outside Don't make me hit, woop slip and slide Both her hands are busy, she ain't got the time Lovin' me, she five five I'm White Chocolate with the dime Double down with the money then I flip it Fast lane, speedin' till I get a ticket Them haters kinda quiet now, I'm hearin' crickets That girl a baddie, she a pistol, let her grip it Pistol, ooh, man, this shit is fire Pistol, ooh, man, your shit is tired Pistol, ooh, legend in the makin' on the beat Pistol Pete, or Zeke, from Cabin Creek Don't play with my mood, I don't play with my food Girl you a snack and that thing got me in the mood Guys treat her like a piece of meat, that's why she grillin' me Couple drinks on my lap, now she feelin' me I'm on a Star Trek that's why she wanna cling on Make her fall in love, I don't have to put a ring on She play her cards right, I might, lay it down But the way she look at me, oh we in, trouble now Double down with the money then I flip it Fast lane, speedin' till I get a ticket Them haters kinda quiet now, I'm hearin' crickets That girl a baddie, she a pistol, let her grip it Pistol, ooh, man, this shit is fire Pistol, ooh, man, your shit is tired Pistol, ooh, legend in the makin' on the beat Pistol Pete, or Zeke, from Cabin Creek