Money Pistol - Landovers Most Wanted (feat. Chicago Santana & Bagz) Lyrics

For the love of the money like a Bone Thug
More money more murder nigga more drugs
Trigger finger itching just give the wrong look
Couple bricks tried to hide it in a phone book
Smoking ninety three gas call the fireman
Think he got heart shoot him in the hymen
Nigga wouldn't try me without five men
Whip soft into hard in bout five minutes
Pistols' booming in the trap
For the love of the money like a bone thug
More money more murder nigga more drugs
Trigger finger itching just give the wrong look
Couple bricks tried to hide it in a phone book
Smoking ninety three gas call the fireman
Think he got heart shoot him in the hymen
Nigga wouldn't try me without five men
Whip soft into hard in about five minutes
Pistols' booming in the trap with bout five bitches
Counting up a nigga tryna get to nine digits
RIP to Wayne Wayne light nine swishers
My niggas on the same thing
Let the iron hit him
Riding down ninety five pack in the rental
Yellow bitch shotgun got her tits bigger
AK hundred round that's a fire spitter
No ambulance helivac to the trauma center
Landover mother f*cker this is PG
Crown Vic back alley with a slow creep
Whoop whoop jump out niggas gonna flee
Middle finger in the air f*ck the police
She said why you leave the house
Bitch I'm tryna get it
There's a chopper on the couch if they try to risk it
Two shots in the head nigga won't feel it
Leave him in the hallway let the boys get him
It's Pistols'
Aye two years I was running like a slave
Most wanted I was on the front page
No fronting you got it we coming
You want smoke no problem we drumming
Got the pound from bro like get back
Got the thirty from Savage like stay strapped
Cause them people tryna find out where I stay at
I never catch a sale where I lay at
Ran down on a couple mother f*ckers
Got scared so they saying my name
They was rushing round the Square everyday
With pictures showing people my face
Huh but I was cooling in the cut tho
Still slide thru the hood cause of Pump tho
No talking I just kick in the front door
Won't die just give me what I come for
But now that shit in the past
It's time to get to the bag
Get back to the rap
I got to do something to stay out the trap
I been listening to some of these rappers
Find out they not spitting no facts
They say they got bricks
I let go the clip then leave out the back
Boom boom boom
Been in front of the bullet and behind the trigger
Chi Santana aka that nigga
Talk that shit cause I live that shit
Send thirty from the clip and I took that brick
Nigga said I snitched so I pulled up quick
Forest Gump face ass no story cold bitch
Nigga said I snitched ain't a out that shit
Same nigga online having fun with a dick
Most wanted out here for plenty reasons
So every season I'm stunting
Niggas talking shit I still f*ck they bitch
And when they see my face and it's nothing
In other words f*ck what you heard
These rap niggas be bluffing
Trap nigga straight facts nigga
You run up on me I'm busting
Niggas ain't want work till I started to rap
I don't bust back I'm the first to shoot
The truth you can't afford to rap
I ain't see you in the trap outside the booth
I'm in it for the money hoe niggas want fame
Never seen your face but you know my name
I'm living for the money broke niggas want fame
I swear on Cae it's a f*cked up game