Riding With The Pistol Grip

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey] I´m the lunatic Psychopathic mad man kill at will Buck on the track I'm making stangs, no more petty deals Catch a nigga slippin then I'll click And grab the yalk and blast Voices in my mind And them bitches screamin kill 'em, mane Scizophrenic villain from Magnolia but ain't gone psychotic One time steppin on the track them hoes wanna know who shot him But ain't nothing seen nothing heard ain't no solve to drop Real nigga gangs fuck with stains from the old block Taking care of business dumping bitches kicking doors in n shit The clique is just too thick Magnolia Southside you don't hear me trick Real pimp niggas couldn't hear no for house and home Stanging all you busters with the 14 in my go All my roadies real players All my roadies making stangs All my roadies are smoking bud And all my roadies shooting them thangs Suckers they can't get none Busters better check theyselves But if you start tripping boy That AK hazardous to your health [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Niggas are talking shit You might even say they killed they damn self We don't start shit But we ain't [?] shit, now this our rep This gon be some bullets shot A whole lot of shells dropped A bunch of niggas stopped And a lot of fucking guns cocked That's the way this shit is gonna roll when we kill a bitch I'm Tommy Wright I'm down with this Magnolia crime clique Now you know the fucking score Fool we got plastic tools You don't wanna roll with us We'll roll right over you Down for the count Fuck a body bag Get your ass a hefty bag Throw you on my shoulder while you're getting dragged Down to the fucking creep Blood trails on the street Come in the house and go to sleep Cause we know you're just that weak [Verse 3: Lil Ramsey] There's a demon inside of me Controlling my every move They tip on my shoulder mane The satan they call a fool The villain is in my veins They are telling me to join this clique To become a member mane They telling me to kill a bitch And be like my father mane Cause that killer is in my blood I'm stuck in this situation Only medicine I know is bud I smoke blunts 'cuz they eat my mind There's a demon inside of me Got nowhere to run He's even there when I go to sleep But I keep on dreaming I'm smoking bud with the devil's son We're sitting in a dark room Drinking yak and we're blowing guns Now I wake up in the deep We're high as fuck from smoking black Got a blunt in my mouth mane And a pitchfork across my feet I go click like a mad man Grab a knife and have thoughts to kill [Verse 4: Tommy Wright III] Don't tell 'em no more my nig' They all know the fucking deal This song is called Kill at Will The trillness is coming through From Four Corners Pimpin Ville Is where I chill with my crew Where my roadies is down My niggas gotta get much respect So make yourself or break yourself And get your fucking self in check Bitches wanna jump and they get sawed off just like a punk This shit is just too thick with the clique So light this blunt and bump this hit Time for that nigga named Tommy Wright to elevate And if you heard my last tape You know this crime clique don't stray Buck a motherfucker I ain't gonna duck if they shoot All I need is one chance and this shit is gonna light up like Beirut Leaving niggas on their back From this smack of the gat Loading a tone Flowers for my niggas but I'm pissing on your tombstone Pop that trunk and show your ass You gon be a victim ho It's the end of your life Cause all you got is a pocket knife Lookin for them folks to bail you out this shit but now you through Tryna call for backup like the motherfucking cops do Drop you off into a river nigga that's the plan Swim back to the bank but you can't so try if you can Dead on the arrival that's the way you're gonna be found I can't even count the niggas in the field That we killed at will [Outro: Sample] Real ass killas With the fuckin' triggers Ride- Ride with the pistol grip Ride- Ride with the pistol grip