Little crowdy
What's up my niggaz?
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
Got my whistle on my hip
Pistol on my whip
Live my life on a rush
Ex-convict still riding with guns
Smoke bombs shit
It's hard to take a pussy nigga serious
You bleed, period
I ain't tryin'to hear you
You can talk to the barrels
Double art
Your whole team may rest in piece
You slept with a banker
Wait until I pull the bitches out
And make you niggaz get the fuck out of here
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
Whistle on my hip
We get eaten by fish
I ain't whippin'
Nigga like a villain
Your bitch wants to tie me
And when there are problems we bring the street sweapers
My niggaz come and get you
Body in the ground , rest in piece
They will miss you
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip