Pistolier

[Chorus]

Truth or dare

For niggas that'll shoot the square

Yeah, Gore-Tex, got a few pair

Bust a move, make a shoe tear

Take off your ear like a souvenir

Swing from the chandelier

Richard Gere with the gear, Ric Flair

Yeah, squeeze clips in the brisk air

Split your pear for the wristwear

Yeah, the kid is a pistolier

[Verse 1]

Yo, diamond choker

We bonded at the Ponderosa

Islamic culture

Put the copper in the toaster

Pot smoker, drive the Rover with the silent motor

Mama, I'm vulgar

My persona got the fly aroma

Catch me on stage

Rapping in Jamaican accent (Bombaclot)

Bang a actress from Moreno to Anglo Saxon

Display the axes, twin nickel-plated ratchets

The rainbow Rolls radioactive

With a tramp, daddy gallivant

Break the marrow like an aloe plant

We came gallant in the caravan

The Smith & Wesson be the mallet brand

You tend to extend the olive branch

All my niggas hustle digital scales, Cazals

The fish scale, color Kevin McHale

Lift the veil where the pelicans sail

The black Mac 11 is held

You either go to Heaven or Hell

Motherfucker

[Chorus]

Truth or dare

For niggas that'll shoot the square

Yeah, Gore-Tex, got a few pair

Bust a move, make a shoe tear

Take off your ear like a souvenir

Swing from the chandelier

Richard Gere with the gear, Ric Flair

Yeah, squeeze clips in the brisk air

Split your pear for the wristwear

Yeah, the kid is a pistolier

[Verse 2]

Tighten the knot

Nights at the dock

Shot at the livestock

The top of the thermometer pop

One monkey don't make the show stop

We plot over the stovetop

Sip Coronas, lift the Dakota with the shoulder stock

Mazola pop in the pan

Pop a clan, chop the tan

The king's head was propped on the stand

Feeding at the Garden of Eden

I'm a heathen

Two fifths in my bitch cleavage

It's the completion

Script a jewel sitting by the pool

Mate with the Goddess

Light the chronic with a flame from a comet

Plant the seed

I'm limping like Willis Reed

Move at a pimp speed to bend trees

The little dream make the triple beam lean

Lit up a stick of nicotine

Got me ducking ten speed and Ben Vereen

Pen the text

Pinky rest in the crystal meth

Tickle the trigger with the index, press

[Chorus]

Truth or dare

For niggas that'll shoot the square

Yeah, Gore-Tex, got a few pair

Bust a move, make a shoe tear

Take off your ear like a souvenir

Swing from the chandelier

Richard Gere with the gear, Ric Flair

Yeah, squeeze clips in the brisk air

Split your pear for the wristwear

Yeah, the kid is a pistolier