King Taz - God & My Pistol

I'm getting Iller And iller
My pockets getting bigger and bigger
These nighas be softer then tissue
My nighas blow Shii like a whistle
I get to the paper like vista
Can only trust god and my pistol
I just fucked on the bitch and you kiss her
These nighas gone hate, what's the issue
Can't fuck with no man in the middle
Only fuck with the goons and the killas
These nighas be scary thriller
Remember smoking reggie Miller
Now what I make pitiful
Ya soul I might take ritual
Im getting iller and iller
Pockets getting bigger and bigger
These nighas softer then tissue
These nights scary like thriller

Choppa gotta jumpa like micheal, pull up make ya bleed like cycles
And I'm getting paper like writers
Only want the face like skypers
These nighas throw salt on my name
Just make sure the king is the title
You bought some hoes to the party
I bought my rifle
You love da bitch I one nighter
My name ring bells like a fighter
Stuck the streets like a tire
Dressed in all black micheal Myers
Bitches they love my attire (Drip)
Give me more tongue then a viper (Sip)
Keep It 200 like Chrysler' (Whip)
My bag keep on growing you idle (Stiff)
These nighas hoes mane, ain't got nobody's yous a no name
What I smoke propane
I'm on that jigga Whatchu figure I'm on go mane

I'm getting Iller And iller
My pockets getting bigger and bigger
These nighas be softer then tissue
My nighas blow Shii like a whistle
I get to the paper like vista
Can only trust god and my pistol
I just fucked on the bitch and you kiss her
These nighas gone hate , what's the issue
Can't fuck with no man in the middle
Only fuck with the goons and the killas
These nighas be scary thriller
Remember smoking reggie Miller
Now what I make pitiful
Ya soul I might take ritual
Im getting iller and iller
Pockets getting bigger and bigger
These nighas softer then tissue
These nights scary like thriller

Written by:
Deonte Taylor

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