Pistola - 5th N' Heaven

{Intro}
Yeah
Aye, what, what, what, aye
What, whaaat, what, what

{Chorus}
Five bitches want me, nigga that's heaven
Two Glocks, one target, I'm so cold hearted
She give good brain but she act so retarded
Stayin' on track like a god damn trolley
Five bitches want me, nigga that's heaven
Two Glocks, one target, I'm so cold hearted
She give good brain but she act so retarded
Stayin' on track like a god damn trolley

{Verse}
Breaking bread with new niggas, no I can't sorry
My bitch ass fit and her head ain't boring
Pistola hoe, coming up they know it
Took two Xans to the head, don't blow it
Niggas ain't shit like a bitch, they hoein'
Come to my trap like Christmas it's snowing
Bitch I'm the coach, you a player, don't touch me
I don't have to boast, niggas see me stunting
Roll up another, I'm slumped, sleep walking
We don't talk on phones, goons use walkie-talkies
Drones around your home, shootas all on your land
Come through kicking like the fucking chicken man (aye)