Pistol Packin’ Henry AZ (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Intro: Sample, (Logic)]
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been --
(What Juicy say? He be like . . . Shut the fuck up!)

[Hook]
Smoked out, loced out, riding with my pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm smoked out, doped out, choppin stick, thirty count, poked out (yeah)
Kill tech, get wet, pistol grip, bus dock, four down (yeah)
Dope boy, dope scales, sold a hundred midgets at a motel
Hotel, touchdown, doggystyle your bitch like Odell (like ooh, nigga!)
Ezekiel Elliot told 'em, "feed a nigga dope"
Yesterday nigga signed a seven figure check, it was the realest shit a nigga wrote
I seen my youngins on the 211 homie veggin, told him slit a nigga throat
I need a kidnapping for the note
Ho this the realest shit I never wrote
Ho you the realest bitch I ever fucked on
Only hit a nigga on the fuck phone
On a private line when it's prime time
I don't got a crush or a love jones, but I love hoes
Memphis drippin', pistol grippin', foreign whippin'
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been trickin' off on all my bitches, yeah