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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 SongtextePistol 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 Aus Songtexte Mania