Drumma Boy - Pistol And A Scale lyrics

[Hook] A pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells A pistol and a scale, a mask and a sawnoff A pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale A pistol and a scale, make you b**h n***as drop it off A pistol and a scale (x3) A mask and a sawnoff A pistol and a scale (x3) A mask and a sawnoff [Verse 1] I knew this cat, told his business to my dogs sister He drive a benz truck, chrome rims with the wolfies Had a house on the south side, black haven Full of bricks of h**n, he got my dogs thinking I told him get the information, find out where he play Had one of them gals s** his dick, and find out where he stay I got the information then we put the plot in motion Money and cut throat b**hes is the daily potion Then he drank it and rocked to sleep, on the street Ain't no nappers, walking lick, man buzzing in the hood like a rapper n***a crazier than the b**h, must be high on the sh** Cuz if my pockets get low, I'ma try me a b**h [Hook] [Verse 2] We staked his house out for days Pulled up in the driveway Pulled up right behind his a**, with the pumps and AK's Bust the window out the driver seat, snatched him out And shot a .357 barrel in his mouth Now will the money take us to the safe or b**h I swear to god, I'ma blow yo brains out hard Tied him up, [?] My n***a threw him in the trunk with a bit of plastic Took us to the spot that we knew about 2 n***as came out One was waving a 9, my n***a shot and took him out n***a started streaming out please don't k** me mane Slapped him with the pistol across his head until we see brains Uzi left the scene, 28 pounds of guns, 7 bricks of that boy, it was all good Then we took that sh** right back to the hood Broke that sh** down, and sold it in the hood [Hook] [Verse 3] This a kick door, lay down on the floor I want all the cheese and blow Where the f** the weed at ho Heard you n***as spot got everything like a corner store So I guess I'm running in that b**h like a corner store Give it up, big boy straps in deck This 40 got a n***a in check Gun to your neck, gon' chop to that, he a f**ing op Choppa barrel, spitting fire like a dragon 50 shots Ain't lagging, turn your mothaf**ing dress into a bloody mop Where I'm from, you a p**y if ya out here fronting A Memphis n***a selling d**, mane that'll take ya something Stuff for nothing, ain't no losses taking 40 fry ya like some bacon n***as b boy sh**ting, n***a, real n***as never fakin' [Hook]