Pistol packing maverick
This -rap track opens with heavy, distorted sub-bass and punchy kicks, propelled by tightly programmed, skittering hi-hats, Sparse synth stabs and sharp samples highlight key phrases, hip hop, trap
Pistol packing maverick
This -rap track opens with heavy, distorted sub-bass and punchy kicks, propelled by tightly programmed, skittering hi-hats, Sparse synth stabs and sharp samples highlight key phrases, hip hop, trap
Lyrics
**Verse 1**
Aye, I'm the pistol packin' maverick, spittin' that sick sh*t,
N*ggas talkin' 'bout my level, but they ain't on my d*ck yet,
Chedda in my pocket, attitude on my face, you can't f*ck with,
I'm spittin' in defense, serious as a heart attack, ain't got no time to waste,
B*tch, I'm that sickening boy, straight out the neck, no time to play.
**Chorus**
N*gga, pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
**Verse 2**
In the game, I'm the mack-10, bossin' up, no losses,
N*ggas talkin' 'bout my mama, but they don't know she's a boss, b*tch,
D'smoke rollin' cold, goin' at it, no time to stop,
Mama brung me up, son, it's beefin' season, time to pop.
**Chorus**
N*gga pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
Deadly daddy, caddy parkin', old cold rollin' dust,
Up in this situation, n*gga, heart far from here, we bust,
Boom, that's the sound, that's the noise, that's the way we do,
N*gga, I'm the king, I'm the boss, and the one you can't refuse.
**Chorus**
N*gga, pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
Aye, it's the pistol packin' maverick, spittin' that sick shit
Verse :
Yo, I'm the king, above all, no one can exclude me,
Mansion sprawlin', palace vibes, home straight museum key.
Rollin' in dough so thick, pockets burstin', no countin' needed,
Cellphone blowin' up nonstop, btches callin', they heated.
Chess grandmaster, checkmate nggas left and right quick,
Dancefloor emperor, set the tempo, make the whole spot sick.
Smokin' that sweet Mary Jane, warm haze, but it never phase me,
Just a motherf*cker livin' lavish, life sweet as can be.
**Chorus**
N*gga, pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
pistol in my hand, Jesus on my side, we go,
Through the storm, through the rain, through the darkest night, we glow.
Aye, it's the pistol packin' maverick