(Rollin´ in my pimpin’, ain´t no tellin´ what I’m finna do)
Had to muhfuckin´ turn the muhfuckin´ light off
That´s what I had to do
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul

I´m takin´ the rest to drop off, too)
Uh-huh
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin´)
(Scrap, bitch don´t trip)
30, you a fool for this one
You can turn the headphones up
(’Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)

Slime (Slime)
The whole gang slime (Slime)
Pull up a sauna, I´m fine (Fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when I’m flyin´, uh (Ice)
If she ain´t fuckin´, she spyin’ (Fuckin´)
Niggas be hatin´ on gang (Gang)
Really just sound like they cryin´ (Bitch)

These niggas bit on the cap (Bitch)
Carl Ripley´s, I think they lyin´ (Cap)
These old niggas gettin´ washed (Huh)
They can buy every new watch (Mhm)
It still wouldn´t buy ´em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip)
Don´t make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip)
Get em´ on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip)
Yeah

(Rollin´ in my pimpin´, ain´t no tellin´ what I´m finna do)
Yeah nigga, you know what the fuck goin´ on nigga
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I´m takin´ the rest to drop off, too)
Niggas keep forgetting about who-
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin´)

Niggas keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this muhfuckin´ new wave shit, bruh
(Scrap, bitch don´t trip
´Cause I´m equipped with that pistol grip)
Come on, man, give my respect, bitch

Yeah, smokin´ like hickory (Hick)
Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick)
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missin´, that shit was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy
Don´t be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun
Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they don´t do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like Decepticon (Bitch)
Right at your crib while you´re eatin´ dinner (Bah)

Dressed in a mask like it´s Comic Con (Ho)
Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo)
I like to sleep at the Palms (Shit)
Nut fill up to her gums (Shit)
All in her stomach like TUMS (Shit)

(Rollin´ in my pimpin´, ain´t no tellin´ what I´m finna do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said nigga
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I´m takin´ the rest to drop off, too)
And I´m a eight-figure, muhfuckin´ twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain´t got no kids either
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin´)
Ain´t no bitch gon´ trick me out my dollar
(Scrap, bitch don´t trip ´cause I´m equipped with that pistol grip)

Ain´t takin´ care of none of these dry-hair bitches with kids, nigga