PiSTOL

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