| 歌曲 | Pistolier |
| 歌手 | Roc Marciano |
| 专辑 | Reloaded (Deluxe Edition) |
| (CHORUS) Truth or dare, | |
| For niggas that’ll shoot the square | |
| Yeah, Gortex, 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 | |
| Squeeze clips in the brisk air | |
| Split your pear for for the wristwear | |
| The kid is a pistolier | |
| Yo, diamond choker | |
| We binded up the ponderosa | |
| Islamic culture | |
| Put the copper in the toaster | |
| Pot smoker, push 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 nickle plated ratchet | |
| The rainbow roll is 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, Gortex, 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 | |
| Squeeze clips in the brisk air | |
| Split your pear for for the wristwear | |
| The kid is a pistolier | |
| 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 | |
| Dakotas With the shoulder stock | |
| Mozzola popping 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 of my bitch cleavage | |
| It’s the completion | |
| Scripted jewel | |
| I’m 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 theme make the triple beam lean | |
| Lit up a stick of nicotine | |
| Got me ducking ten speed in | |
| Benvarine | |
| Pin the text | |
| Pinky resting in crystal meth | |
| Tickle the trigger with the index, press (CHORUS) | |
| Truth or dare, | |
| For niggas that’ll shoot the square | |
| Yeah, Gortex, 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 | |
| Squeeze clips in the brisk air | |
| Split your pear for for the wristwear | |
| The kid is a pistolier |
| CHORUS Truth or dare, | |
| For niggas that' ll shoot the square | |
| Yeah, Gortex, 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 | |
| Squeeze clips in the brisk air | |
| Split your pear for for the wristwear | |
| The kid is a pistolier | |
| Yo, diamond choker | |
| We binded up the ponderosa | |
| Islamic culture | |
| Put the copper in the toaster | |
| Pot smoker, push 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 nickle plated ratchet | |
| The rainbow roll is 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, Gortex, 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 | |
| Squeeze clips in the brisk air | |
| Split your pear for for the wristwear | |
| The kid is a pistolier | |
| 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 | |
| Dakotas With the shoulder stock | |
| Mozzola popping 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 of my bitch cleavage | |
| It' s the completion | |
| Scripted jewel | |
| I' m 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 theme make the triple beam lean | |
| Lit up a stick of nicotine | |
| Got me ducking ten speed in | |
| Benvarine | |
| Pin the text | |
| Pinky resting in crystal meth | |
| Tickle the trigger with the index, press CHORUS | |
| Truth or dare, | |
| For niggas that' ll shoot the square | |
| Yeah, Gortex, 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 | |
| Squeeze clips in the brisk air | |
| Split your pear for for the wristwear | |
| The kid is a pistolier |