P.A.D (Pistols At Dawn) Lyrics – Giggs
Make your family move at dress
I’m still in the neighborhood
This AP face got blue against my rolex’s face is ruby red
I come from the mud but still somehow I just use success
Custom Cuban links and umbrellas in my drinks
Now they used to wash my boxes in the sink
What’d you think? I got money now, why let me live?
Oh no, oh love, oh I got a couple tracks use out of crib
I ain’t trying to be the person taking way more than I give
In your life, you can’t double cross me twice In your life
You won’t live to tell the story I put lives on the line every time
I said Life’s on the line every time
Smoking rap a weed right around London with my pistol
Touch me I know find about my killers that was wishful
Every day up before I leave it’s like a ritual
Had they slammed him out or had they did that boy abysmal?
Show me to the doe I’m diving in just like a swimming pool
Women think I’m charming but I’m really so despicable
I was raised by 90 in the trenches I am typical
In the car on phone just keep it talking to a minimum
Straight conceit, I complete it every obstacle but they just cheat it
They so greedy they just try to take my take and eat it
I’m like take it or just leave it but they just need it
Yeah, I really love to meet him but I stay competing
They was heavy on the numbers but they depleted
If it’s under couple million I can’t take the meat and
I got a hold of bullies, dealers and I’m meeting beat it
Yeah, say good reason, watchin’ for them agents
Niggas hate, yeah we got the game outrageous
That explains us, I keep my bitches private, fuck the pictures
I could make her famous, so persuasive, she used to be my favorite
Why it weighs but we just couldn’t sustain it
That was cool and I’m different, not just saying it
And she cools, just my entertaining, that’s entertainment
In love with the creator, it’s that estate shit, it made me an array
Oh, you’re wide awake cause you played it put us pay, fuck
Life’s a bitch but that dodgy niggas snaked up
He’s a traitor, I said I have thoughts about my man
We should’ve just dealt with that my way
You only just dissed me last weekend
My niggas just [?] Friday
Not for sinning in I’m just soldiers that kicked him up and finning him
It’s a chess game, you just threw your king at me
I’m too grown to gazette in my proximity
He went and did it again, didn’t he? (Didn’t he?) Idiots, that’s living
Who that verbal abuse they threw shit at me
And hollow came with them boots You ain’t kicking me, just get at me