It's the pimp player Money maker Body layer Say a prayer Hoe stacking Pistol packing White boy with the permed hair Choppa sprizzay What the biz say I just brought a cold front To the sizzouth Gold mizzouth Ice out like a storefront
Slick spit that mack shit Make the track hit Ain't no time for a wack bitch unless the mouth sick Face down in the mattress Make that back dip Make her feel like an actress in a porno flick
Ride off in a Benz thang Took off with no trace Psychopathic with that 9 mane I might catch a case Mask on or the mask off It don't make no difference Cuz I slide with them killas, mane They don't leave a witness
Heard you tipping to the feds, mane Must be off your meds, mane Pissing in his pants when I put that chrome to his head, mane Leave him dead, mane Saved his boys some head pain One less snitch in the gang That's a net gain Bet, mane Heard it was that Anna you was checking for Ruger, choppa, semi What the fuck I need a vest for?
Have them hoes tweaking like a despo Smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go Damn bro Wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp Never simp Bring your beef to god because I'm heaven sent
Talk that playa shit Hoes they circumvent Shout out Project Pat Mista don't play and I been leaning since
I get high off that mothefucking... Wetto ride like a motherfucking... Down to die for my motherfucking... My hoes they bi, but they say I got that...
Bitch I'm Angola bound Going down to the southside of the lake Riding round town Plotting on whos shit I'm bout to take If it's fake Ima sell it If it's real Ima sell it Outside of the Lexus forest green I know you jealous Born a warlord out the ward of the seventh All these deadly sins I think the fifth made me a felon Begging for Armageddon I got eleven virgins waiting for me in heaven Bitch I ain't stressing
Pimp a bitch just because Blanco never need a reason, hoe Never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe Seen a ghost but I was puffin piff up in the mirror You want smoke? Fit you in a coffin then I'll say it clearer
I got corners in gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobbie Brown Never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn't ever found That's how we do em down south Bayou style Feed the gators when them rats start running wild Tryna bite my style
I got skulls floating in the swamp I got bones covered up in moss Blanco burnin up a fuckin cross All my demons know who's fucking boss
Ooweeoo Who are you? Ruby rougarou Holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue Ooweeoo Who are you? Blanco in a coupe Uzi out the roof raining bullets
I get high off that mothefucking... Blanco ride like a motherfucking... Down to die for my motherfucking... My hoes they bi, but they say I got that...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
