Freddie Gibbs
Pistol Packin’
[Intro: Sample, (Logic)]
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been --
(What Juicy say? He be like . . . Shut the fuck up!)

[Hook]
Smoked out, loced out, riding with my pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm smoked out, doped out, choppin stick, thirty count, poked out (yeah)
Kill tech, get wet, pistol grip, bus dock, four down (yeah)
Dope boy, dope scales, sold a hundred midgets at a motel
Hotel, touchdown, doggystyle your bitch like Odell (like ooh, n***a!)
Ezekiel Elliot told 'em, "feed a n***a dope"
Yesterday n***a signed a seven figure check, it was the realest shit a n***a wrote
I seen my youngins on the 211 homie veggin, told him slit a n***a throat
I need a kidnapping for the note
Ho this the realest shit I never wrote
Ho you the realest bitch I ever fucked on
Only hit a n***a on the fuck phone
On a private line when it's prime time
I don't got a crush or a love jones, but I love hoes
Memphis drippin', pistol grippin', foreign whippin'
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been trickin' off on all my bitches, yeah
[Hook]
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

[Verse 2: Henry AZ]
Okay I'm smoked out, doped out, set a of swerve got my mouth soaped out (okay)
Hennessy in my blood I'm a drink it till things go south
I done seen it, John Peach on a bitch fuck it like road dog (goddamn)
Fucked a bitch from the back with a friend until they both choked out, like yeah
Gimme a second to suspect, gimme that chance, say suck my nut sack
Bust that, gimme that love not lust back, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
I don't always take my vitamins, you gotta slip it in just like a Vicodin
I sip a cup of fucking liquid nitrogen and got me popping up like who want [fight?] of them
Slit that throat, gotta sniff that coke, got a bitch that's broke, gotta take that home
Better count that twice, better suck that right, while she sniff that white, oh God
Stop asking if I'm serious, I done fucked her on her period
I done smoked this Cali kush until it got me feeling so delirious