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lirik lagu grab the pistol – rio da yung og, rmc mike & grindhard e

[intro: rmc mike]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
b*tch

[verse 1: rmc mike]
cream soda froze, big bro just dropped some act’ in it
you is not what you say you is, you be catfishin’
i just got some red and some act’, now i’m actin’ different
sold my favorite fiend some fake dope, now he act suspicious
bro could’ve beat his fed case but had an active witness
i ain’t bring my knife out today, i had to grab the pistol
nephew f*cked up, he can’t read, but he a mathematician
in the spot cookin’ dope for weeks, ri past the kitchen

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
me and e finna drink a twelve, we matchin’ sixes
me and mikе just hit some twin hoes, we matchin’ b*tchеs
in a trackhawk drivin’ wild, the traction different
b*tch pulled up on me actin’ tough [?]
you think we ain’t number one, that’s a bad opinion
n*gga think he takin’ anything, that’s a sad decision
today i’m feelin’ real p*mp*sh, i’m smackin’ b*tches
in the club dancin’ with the strippers with a plastic pistol

[verse 3: grindhard e]
i got some old and new red, so i’m taxin’ different
bro drunk an eight and tried to leave, almost crashed the rental
jump out the car with dog sh*t, had to rack my pistol
tryna talk auntie out her pills, made her grab her dentures
bro, i don’t wanna hit your ‘wood, it’s bad weed in it
tried to buy a ‘bow from a n*gga, had mad seeds in it
bad b*tch listen to my music, told her, “tag me in it”
n*gga think he gon’ k!ll my n*gga, he gotta whack me with him
[verse 4: rmc mike]
track*style balenciagas on and they all grey
ran out of dope quick as f*ck, i had to call ray
he ain’t come fast enough, i missed the ball play
hit dog once in his sh*t and made his jaw break

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i can’t hit the dope, my fiends know how the knoll taste
bro tried to smoke some on camera, told him, “naw, wait”
i got old hundreds on me now with the small face
gun a big n*gga down for nothin’ with a small k

[verse 6: grindhard e]
i ain’t even have no more chunks, he bought all shape
my white boy comin’ fire sale, he bought all weight
got five sales waitin’ on me, they gon’ all wait
started auntie off with a tester, got her jaw shakin’

[verse 7: rmc mike]
i’m a law*abiding citizen, but i be law breakin’
thousand blues on me right now, but i like small faces
seen unc’ make a hundred thousand off of caucasian
i couldn’t fit amiri jeans, so i’ma balmain it

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
you n*ggas smokin’ squirrel fur, that ain’t berner cookie
b*tch made me wait for ninety days, i had to earn the p*ssy
hit the b*tch, had to make a sale, i adjourned the p*ssy
i got tired of buyin’ hard dope, so i learned to cook it
[verse 9: grindhard e]
n*ggas think they so tough, can they fight a bullet?
left the old k and grabbed the drac’ ’cause it was nicer looking
lil’ b*tch gave me the p*ssy and you probably took it
auntie fiend*out off the dope, now you could find her cookin’

- rio da yung og rmc mike grindhard e

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