J-Diggs - Whistle On Hip lyrics

rate me

Little crowdy

What’s up my niggaz?

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

I got whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

Got my whistle on my hip

Pistol on my whip

Live my life on a rush

Ex-convict still riding with guns

Smoke bombs shit

It’s hard to take a pussy nigga serious

You bleed, period

I ain’t tryin’to hear you

You can talk to the barrels

Double art

Your whole team may rest in piece

You slept with a banker

Wait until I pull the bitches out

And make you niggaz get the fuck out of here

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

I got whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

I got whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

Whistle on my hip

We get eaten by fish

I ain’t whippin’

Nigga like a villain

Your bitch wants to tie me

And when there are problems we bring the street sweapers

My niggaz come and get you

Body in the ground , rest in piece

They will miss you

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

I got whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

My whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip

I got whistle on my hip

Pistol on my wip