Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Vocals
BigXthaPlug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Carl Hampton
Songwriter
Homer Banks
Songwriter
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Kendall Taylor
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Raymond Jackson
Songwriter
Xavier Landum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Yg Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch, killer, killer
Pistol-pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
28 shit
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch, killer, killer
Pistol-pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer (Aye)
[Verse 1]
Two things I never seen, a **** named Bigfoot and a ho I need (Ho I need)
Keep the backdoor closed, gotta lock it, throw away the key (Throw away the key)
We can be a state away, U-turn if I ain't got my ski
2023, we got built-in switches on them glees (Woo)
Drac' hit, don't ask, we take shit, like a blunt, we face shit (Come on)
**** lace shit, keep your shoes tight, know some **** tripped, they couldn't run right
You throw fits and we throw bullets out the stick, you a bitch, I'm a real ****
He a mama boy, jumped off the porch, know a **** had to babysit him, on God
Knock weight off a **** like a BBL, slide all day like a CDL (L)
Heart skip a beat like a CD player (Player)
Fuck a classy bitch, I want a ratchet bitch, give me a city girl (Period)
I'm cappin', fuck, tell Draya Michele let a young **** rock her world, come on (I'm serious)
Wrist glisten, chain glisten like my manners trippin', uh
Memphis ****, talk with a slur, she say my grammar different, uh
Police come get me, my name Bennett, ****, I wasn't in it, uh
Fuck the judge, ****, I'm illiterate, I be dodgin' the sentences
[Chorus]
Pistol packin', never lackin', run up, get your issue (Brrrt)
Guns clappin', pussy grabbin', Donald Trump militia (I'm on it)
Pants saggin', mama naggin' like, who raised a ****?
My bitch like a Backwood, your ho like a Swisher (Aye, on God)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm a pistol packin', yeah, what's crackin'? Play, bet he go missin'
Fully auto ARP, equip the scope so I don't miss him
Ask the city 'bout me, ****, they gon' tell you I been spinnin'
On the street who got more killings? Know them pussies hate the feeling
Any way, I just made fifty K, spent thirty on my dentist
Upped a twenty on my image, like three K Wock' for my kidney
I was just broke than a bitch, now I have convos about business
Real estate and gaining interest, doubled up, ain't need a witness, uh
Think I'm a ho, come and show me, been ballin', Ginóbili, know killers that's Hoovers and Rollings
With this chopper, I shoot like I'm Kobe, so if you don't know me, it's best to walk light if you trollin'
600 my hood, I control it and if you ain't know it, just come to my block and I'll show it
No snakes in my grass 'cause I mow it, hell nah, I ain't goin', you kick that back door and I'm blowin'
Aye, who you know really havin'?
This pistol on me, so I'm saggin', my mama don't like it, I told her it's fashion
**** fake, so it's best that I have it, told the last bitch I hit she was average
But my new bitch, I swear she the baddest
You know, then you know I'm from Dallas
The home of the Mavericks, so ****, you know we
[Chorus]
Pistol packin', never lackin', run up, get your issue (Brrrt)
Guns clappin', pussy grabbin', Donald Trump militia (I'm on it)
Pants saggin', mama naggin' like, who raised a ****?
My bitch like a Backwood, your ho like a Swisher (On God)
[Outro]
Brrt
Written by: Bryson Potts, Carl Hampton, Homer Banks, Jordan Houston, Kendall Taylor, Patrick Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard, Raymond Jackson, Xavier Landum