Lil mavo - PISTOL PETE

I was trying to tell you I was going blow you aint believe it
I'm a pull up every time its smoke you got to see me
Cball so almighty why you living like a demon
I was trying to pull up with that chopper let that fye
Big old bags of gasoline we stuff them in a pickle jar
I keep my blick like pistol pete you run up on me i'm a pop woah
I'm not a minority I come from a bad place
Cball dressing up to par even on a bad day
She fuck like a porn star beat it up like Cassius clay
Opps go viral world star give them 5 seconds of fame
We gone laugh at our opponents we send oppers lols
Told my brother to kill me if I act like Lucci if i go to jail
Cball real hustler I can build your clientele
Cball a finesser he can sell some shit that's not for sale
I come from a bad place like rod wave had hard times
Cball growing up and taking fault even when it's not mine
Slide with fyes and get him gone I can't stop signs
It ain't nothing to get my dog a bone like I work at popeyes
Trying to get these people to see my dream but its hard to believe
Trying to leave my bad habits alone but it be hard to leave
Trying to tell my cousin them stop rolling stop popping them beans
This world been getting cold sometimes I feel like its just me and geek
I've been trying to stand on fucking business and stay out of the loop
You told a fucking lie when you know damn well you could've told the truth
Nigga I don't boast or brag I'm just going show you what this money do
Walk down face shot slide with every god damn fye pop out peek a boo
I was trying to tell you I was going blow you aint believe it
I'm a pull up every time its smoke you got to see me
Cball so almighty why you living like a demon
I was trying to pull up with that chopper let that fye
Big old bags of gasoline we stuff them in a pickle jar
I keep my blick like pistol pete you run up on me i'm a pop woah

Written by:
RODERICK MILLER JR

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