Never lackin' pistol packin', we up on action
Pistol packin', get ur your mama, she gon' need that Napkin
Cause when she call your phone, she gon' hear that pistol packin',
Ayy, the pistol, pistol packin'
Ayy, when the cops come, I don't even know what happened
Point blank range, disappear, just like its' magic
All up on my phone, but I don't look at messages
And I heard he like to talk a lot, I might just smiffen wesson him
And they ask if I got cash, bitch, I only got dead Presidents
Bitch, I'm booted at the pharmacy, like, doctor, get my medicine
Like how I'm comin', I'm just steppin', bitch
Prayin' that somebody gon' take this spot
On some petty shit, bitch
But they ain't get the message
45dee and Adobe, it's gon' get hectic quick
It get hectic first, I had to go and flex again
Don't stop at Red's, I almost went hit a pedestrian
Told me she don't like me, why the f*ck she gonna text again
She just sucked my dick for an hour, said she lesbian
But wait, she Lebanese, ooh, I got her on her knees
I ain't talkin' prayers, shit ain't God, but she still pray to me
I count these hundreds every day and Mack on every 10 I see
Don't know you, I'ma text you, so I'll tell you that it's 10 apiece
Why he flexin' on the gram and person can't show none
Your girl twerkin' at the party, she gon' show me some
Stupid brain is crazy, she gon' come and blow me dumb
Never lackin' pistol packin', we up on action
Pistol packin', get ur your mama, she gon' need that Napkin
Cause when she call your phone, she gon' hear that pistol packin', pistol packin'
Turn the, ayy, turn the pistol, pistol packin'
Ayy, when the cops come, I don't even know what happened
Point blank range, disappear, just like its' magic
All up on my phone, but I don't look at messages
And I heard he like to talk a lot, I might just smiffen wesson him
And they ask if I got cash, bitch, I got dead Presidents
Bitch, I'm booted at the pharmacy, like, doctor, get my medicine
Like how I'm comin', I'm just steppin', bitch
Prayin' that somebody gon' take this spot
On some petty shit, bitch
But they ain't get the message
45dee and Adobe, it's gon' get hectic quick
CA$h ADOBE - Pistol Packin (feat. 45dee) Lyrics
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Never lackin' pistol packin', we up on action
Pistol packin', get ur your mama, she gon' need that Napkin
Cause when she call your phone, she gon' hear that pistol packin',
Ayy, the pistol, pistol packin'
Ayy, when the cops come, I don't even know what happened
Point blank range, disappear, just like its' magic
All up on my phone, but I don't look at messages
And I heard he like to talk a lot, I might just smiffen wesson him
And they ask if I got cash, bitch, I only got dead Presidents
Bitch, I'm booted at the pharmacy, like, doctor, get my medicine
Like how I'm comin', I'm just steppin', bitch
Prayin' that somebody gon' take this spot
On some petty shit, bitch
But they ain't get the message
45dee and Adobe, it's gon' get hectic quick
It get hectic first, I had to go and flex again
Don't stop at Red's, I almost went hit a pedestrian
Told me she don't like me, why the f*ck she gonna text again
She just sucked my dick for an hour, said she lesbian
But wait, she Lebanese, ooh, I got her on her knees
I ain't talkin' prayers, shit ain't God, but she still pray to me
I count these hundreds every day and Mack on every 10 I see
Don't know you, I'ma text you, so I'll tell you that it's 10 apiece
Why he flexin' on the gram and person can't show none
Your girl twerkin' at the party, she gon' show me some
Stupid brain is crazy, she gon' come and blow me dumb
Never lackin' pistol packin', we up on action
Pistol packin', get ur your mama, she gon' need that Napkin
Cause when she call your phone, she gon' hear that pistol packin', pistol packin'
Turn the, ayy, turn the pistol, pistol packin'
Ayy, when the cops come, I don't even know what happened
Point blank range, disappear, just like its' magic
All up on my phone, but I don't look at messages
And I heard he like to talk a lot, I might just smiffen wesson him
And they ask if I got cash, bitch, I got dead Presidents
Bitch, I'm booted at the pharmacy, like, doctor, get my medicine
Like how I'm comin', I'm just steppin', bitch
Prayin' that somebody gon' take this spot
On some petty shit, bitch
But they ain't get the message
45dee and Adobe, it's gon' get hectic quick
Pistol packin', get ur your mama, she gon' need that Napkin
Cause when she call your phone, she gon' hear that pistol packin',
Ayy, the pistol, pistol packin'
Ayy, when the cops come, I don't even know what happened
Point blank range, disappear, just like its' magic
All up on my phone, but I don't look at messages
And I heard he like to talk a lot, I might just smiffen wesson him
And they ask if I got cash, bitch, I only got dead Presidents
Bitch, I'm booted at the pharmacy, like, doctor, get my medicine
Like how I'm comin', I'm just steppin', bitch
Prayin' that somebody gon' take this spot
On some petty shit, bitch
But they ain't get the message
45dee and Adobe, it's gon' get hectic quick
It get hectic first, I had to go and flex again
Don't stop at Red's, I almost went hit a pedestrian
Told me she don't like me, why the f*ck she gonna text again
She just sucked my dick for an hour, said she lesbian
But wait, she Lebanese, ooh, I got her on her knees
I ain't talkin' prayers, shit ain't God, but she still pray to me
I count these hundreds every day and Mack on every 10 I see
Don't know you, I'ma text you, so I'll tell you that it's 10 apiece
Why he flexin' on the gram and person can't show none
Your girl twerkin' at the party, she gon' show me some
Stupid brain is crazy, she gon' come and blow me dumb
Never lackin' pistol packin', we up on action
Pistol packin', get ur your mama, she gon' need that Napkin
Cause when she call your phone, she gon' hear that pistol packin', pistol packin'
Turn the, ayy, turn the pistol, pistol packin'
Ayy, when the cops come, I don't even know what happened
Point blank range, disappear, just like its' magic
All up on my phone, but I don't look at messages
And I heard he like to talk a lot, I might just smiffen wesson him
And they ask if I got cash, bitch, I got dead Presidents
Bitch, I'm booted at the pharmacy, like, doctor, get my medicine
Like how I'm comin', I'm just steppin', bitch
Prayin' that somebody gon' take this spot
On some petty shit, bitch
But they ain't get the message
45dee and Adobe, it's gon' get hectic quick
Writer: Thomas Spadaro
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid