Tekst piosenki 'Pistol Paccin (feat. BigXthaPlug)' wykonawcy NLE Choppa

(Hahahaha)
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch— killer— killer
Pistol— Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
(28 shit)
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch— killer— killer
Pistol— Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer (Ayy)

Two things I never seen, a nigga named Bigfoot and a ho I need (Ho I need)
Keep the backdoor closed, gotta lock it, throw away the key (Throw away the key)
We can be a state away, you-turn if I ain't got my ski
2023, we got built-in switches on them glees (Woo)
Drac' hit, don't ask, we take shit
Like a blunt, we face shit (Come on)
Nigga lace shit, keep your shoes tight
Know some niggas tripped, they couldn't run right
You throw fits and we throw bullets out the stick, you a bitch, I'm a real nigga
He a mama boy, jumped off the porch, know a nigga had to babysit him, on God
Knock weight off a nigga like a BBL
Slide all day like a CDL ('L)
Heart skip a beat like a CD player (Player)
Fuck a classy bitch, I want a ratchet bitch, give me a city girl (Period)
I'm cappin', fuck, tell Dre I'm a shell, let a young nigga rock her world, come on (I'm serious)
Wrist glisten, chain glisten like my manners trippin', uh
Memphis nigga, talk with a slur, she say my grammar different, uh
Police come get me, my name Benny, nigga, I wasn't in it, uh
Fuck the judge, nigga, I'm illiterate, I be dodgin' the sentences

Pistol packin', never lackin', run up, get your issue (Brrt)
Guns clappin', pussy grabbin', Donald Trump militia (I'm on it, brrt)
Pants saggin', mama naggin' like, who raised a nigga?
My bitch like a Backwood (Ayy), your ho like a Swisher (On God)

Bitch, I'm a pistol packin', yeah, what's crackin'? Play, bet he go missin'
Fully auto ARP, equip the scope so I don't miss him
Ask the city 'bout me, nigga, they gon' tell you I been spinnin'
On the street who got more killings? Know them pussies hate the feeling
Any way, I just made fifty K, spent thirty on my dentist
Upped a twenty on my image, like three K Wock' for my kidney
I was just broke than a bitch, now I have convos about business
Real estate and gaining interest, doubled up, ain't need a witness, uh
Think I'm a ho, come and show me, been ballin', Ginóbili, know killers that's Hoovers and Rollings
With this chopper, I shoot like I'm Kobe, so if you don't know me, it's best to walk light if you trollin'
600 my hood, I control it and if you ain't know it, just come to my block and I'll show it
No snakes in my grass 'cause I mow it, hell nah, I ain't goin', you kick that back door and I'm blowin'
Ayy, who you know really havin'?
This pistol on me, so I'm saggin', my mama don't like it, I told her it's fashion
Niggas fake, so it's best that I have it
Told the last bitch I hit she was average
But my new bitch, I swear she the baddest
You know, then you know I'm from Dallas
The home of the Mavericks, so nigga, you know we—

Pistol packin', never lackin', run up, get your issue (Brrt)
Guns clappin', pussy grabbin', Donald Trump militia (I'm on it, brrt)
Pants saggin', mama naggin' like, who raised a nigga?
My bitch like a Backwood, your ho like a Swisher (On God)

Brrt