Pimp

Bad bitch walked in this bitch and i made all these niggas stand for my attention
Take up that one from a far and one of your arm and straight to the crib was intended

Dope in my pussy it's clear he addicted
Come up for air and i told him keep licking
Got him on lock little bitch what ain't clicking
Thought she was living rent free got evicted

Bitch, I'm popping
Ain't you notice when i dropped him?
Standing all over my porch when I'm sending him back to the streets
Cause me and the block friends

I still ain't decide if I'm blocking then
Shoot up the club trynna lock me in
Know that I'm killing shit i caught my nut
& I told him to get dressed imma count to ten

P I M P know id crash if i let bitches up
Diamonds on my neck and tatted wrists got niggas trynna fuck
Wanna be locked in with gang lil shawty is you slime or what
I take them in and level up they body like i pushed a button

Ready not my light always show green i got the paper matching
Closing shop that nigga lost his job we made him pay for taxing
Smoking opps and still got more hoes and i can't wait to catch them
Smoking opps and still got more hoes and i can't wait to catch them

Ice froze, cold stones
Black gold, two tone
White toes on new hoes
Got contacts full on two phones

Last of five
Protected by Glocks and Nines
Smoke going up but it's still free to mine
It ain't no sex when we lock but I'm all on yo' ass
We fast on demon time

It's slime o'clock I'm eating so much that my stomach got room for whatever you eating
Upping the Glock, work on your manners
I'm waiting to take it's whatever you treating

Take me away, out of the spot
Treat me like Kings, just get between it
Tell him i love him whenever we fucking
But after i leave we know i don't mean it

I'm quiet in public no i don't play that
Never go out only chill where the gang at
Talk out your neck and i won't even spray
But i beat a bitch ass like why would you say that

Turn those Faso's out to red bottoms
Sending in mail cause the feds got them
These bitches is stale my bread solid
My opps got touched they dead problems

I never beef on social media lil baby did you mention me? (doubt it)
Don't get fucked up trynna act tough i ran out of sympathy (out it)
Put them in a box to separate i call that penalty (gasp)
The clip is just unstable as my mouth say that's my mini me (bow bow bow bow)

I still blow down like crazy cause corona never stopping shit
Blow that gas you smell it through your mask we call it Auschwitz
If you choose a side just make sure it don't be the opposite
Ain't praying for your safety on the daily pay your job a visit (clock in)

"And you know it's mf Ka' doe on the beat b
The next time you refer to me make sure you put the Ka' in front of the dough
Cause we getting it for sure. GANG"



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Writer(s): Kimayah Faye
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