Pistolvania 2 (feat. Malik B & Jakk Frost)

D is for Dab

H is for Hell

U is for Ugly

And G is for Jail

Cause I thought cakes smell

D is for Dab

H is for Hell

U is for Ugly

And G is for Jail

D is for Dab, H is for Hell

U is for Ugly

And G is for Jail

I just seen this gun play changed men

Shoot outs turned gangsters into strange men

The AK drum rearranged men

Kurt Russell with a bounty, I'm the hang man

I hang man from West Philly to West Baltimore

To West Coast to West Africa

Its LTPBGC massacre

They call me the flash, cause I throw this hot shit so fast at ya

Red beans and deer dreams is all we know here

50 shot clips and weed is all we grow here

I'm from philly dog you don't want to go there

Even the cops get hit with the four four here

Really dog this puts the Pistolvania part. 2

My gun will do surgery on your brain and your heart too

Plenty casualties for my crew blast ****

I Darth Vader with a beard on your Luke ass ****

Every body got a gun, every body want to ride

When it's all said and done don't nobody want to die

Talking tough in the streets everybody wonder why

After funeral everybody wanna cry

Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry

Die mother fucker, die motherfucker,  die

Its Pistolvania pt. 2

Its Pistolvania pt. 2

Check me out, yeah

I'm a homicide rate **** I survive fate

I'm alive shake pussy you provide hate

You remember why I tape my cat's life a jive eight

They filling **** all through the fire escape

When I walk up, bodies all chalked up

On the ash fault in the dark when I spark up

I got a chemical remedy full of energy

Head shots minearally showing my whole identity

An militant my home is Pistolvania

**** acting like my brain is full of Mania

I got a range to put you on a pavement

Check your brain waves and cause mental enslavement

You're not ready, I pop heavy my shots steady

You wanna talk about gas ****, I got getty

You not ready to get close to an overdose

A militant coming through with Jehovah's ghost

Everybody got a gun, everybody wanna ride

When its all said and done, don't nobody wanna die

Talking tough in the streets everybody wonder why

After funeral everybody wanna cry

Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry

Die mother fucker, die motherfucker, die

Its Pistolvania pt. 2

Its Pistolvania pt. 2

Listen

I sent them a guard letter, let them sort out who gonna burn up

Caught a couple homies, but the bodies never turnt up

I don't say shit like on fleek or turnt up

Embalmin' on the Waka tall, shermed up

The new porshe is a lot faster, the blue avatar face on the yacht master

Something got splashed down the bottom hall master

Got caught slippin on white like Alibaster

It's dark and it's hot, it's about to be cold

And these young boys style is about to be old

Young boy act Joe so we have to be told

Have his body dump trucked up academy road

Really fucked rat, I'm about to pull the lime out

Fuck the lime, I'm about to pull the fucking chop out

And your fucking whole block, including your mom out

I'm the one to call if you need to bring the drum out

Every body got a gun, every body want to ride

When it's all said and done don't nobody want to die

Talking tough in the streets everybody wonder why

After funeral everybody wanna cry

Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry

Die mother fucker, die motherfucker, die

Its Pistolvania pt. 2

Its Pistolvania pt. 2

Its Pistolvania pt. 2