Tolt My Pistol Turf Talk

[Verse 1: Turf Talk]
I’ma bust one and get rid of that ho
Got a .40 on me with a cinnamon roll
Got a 4-5, lemon squeeze
Boom, too, 23’s
AK, banana clip
On some Tony Montana shit
Rude bwoy, bloodclot
Bust a nigga in his snot box
Got a Dillinger that’ll hold the shell
No evidence for the po-pells
And the big thang, I only pull it out
When they talk tough and start runnin’ they mouth
Gotta call for the boss when we get them niggas
Be patient and hit them niggas
Fatigued up, camo
Drrrrrrrrrrr…Rambo!

[Chorus]
That’s why I tolt my pistol
Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know
That’s why I tote my pistol
Everywhere I go, ‘cause you never know

[Verse 2: E-40]
Dim your lights with my light dimmer
(What kind of dimmer?) 911 Kimber
Fuck with me and get scalped (get scalped)
I’d rather be caught with than without (than without)
They starvin’, they thirsty ‘cause it’s a drought (it’s a drought)
They say they gon’ hurt me and take me out (take me out)
Heavy metal (heavy metal) what I’m carryin’ (what I’m carryin’)
He had his daughter with him, so I spared him
You goin’ to hell or you goin’ to heaven?
My favorite weapon: FN57
Say your blessing, call the reverend
In a couple of seconds, I’ma teach your ass a lesson
I’m a boy—girl, I got gouda
I’ll have your head like Medusa
Don’t bother me, I won’t bother you
How many good dudes left? Only a few