Uhh Uhh
I hope he slip on this banana peel
That chopper hit him, set him down
Put him on chill, trying to be ducking it
Bit off his ear like Tyson Holyfield
You know what we on better have
Your cliques on, when you come in that field
How you a real one
When you ain't never keep it real
You fucked your partner, baby momma
While he up in jail
Man, that's just how these niggas is
I just popped the half
Shawty took the other half a pill
Couldn't nut up to the kind of mall
To get that real feel
Wear designer everyday
I used to be dirty for real
I can't sign, first thing in my face
Bitch I know I'm worth some mills
You ain't an opp you a hater
Only reason, I let you live
Nothing in this world free
Favors ain't gonna pay the bills
This one pair of boots
Cost me like five pair of tens
She just got her body done
Now she looks like Lil Kim
Big Pimp, you a shrimp
Going broke behind a bitch
Four-Five-Six haters
Don't want to see you win
Glock 40, with the switch
Hit the ditch, aim hit
Don't miss, get rich in a blink
You broke and you tell me
You ain't got it, I understand
I used to be in the same shoes to
I couldn't wear em
You broke and you tell me
You ain't got it, I understand
I used to be in the same shoes to
I couldn't wear em
I was broke half the thang nigga
But now I am stepping chains swinging say my name nigga
Them Glocks banging if they talk
Would it be homicide
But I tell them niggas that won't do it
Everybody die
You know my niggas slide
OG died, he said this and
Keep the hammer, black bandana
When I catch him, Imma stab him
I'm traumatized, from these homicides
You know how I'm living
They left his head in his lap
And if you slip then you gon' get it
They know we leave a nigga missing
Knocking him down just Like dominos
They got switches, nigga know we known to
Run em him down
Nigga my youngest love to clown
Bitch you know how this goes down
You know when it's gangster
It be gangster, aint no way around
(Southside)
Big Pimp, you a shrimp
Going broke behind a bitch
Four-Five-Six haters
Don't want to see you win
Glock 40, with the switch
Hit the ditch, aim hit
Don't miss, get rich in a blink
You broke and you tell me
You ain't got it, I understand
I used to be in the same shoes to
I couldn't wear em
You broke and you tell me
You ain't got it, I understand
I used to be in the same shoes to
I couldn't wear em
I didn't came up off a grams nigga
And I ain't posting nothing on the gram nigga
A-B-C-D pockets never on E
Family, dope things, calling them
Uncle and aunty
Alligator on my feet
Crocodile Dundee
Pillow talking to them hoes
They put you on front street
Whole nine know me
I used to be a hood rapper
Couple a years ago
And I'm better than these new rappers
How you diss me on a song
And think we cool after
On the Zant's moonwalking
Only time I move backwards
Big Pimp, you a shrimp
Took off on a nigga bitch
Four-Five-Six haters
Don't want to see you win
Glock 40, with the switch
Singing like JJ Fish
Aim hit, don't miss
Get rich in a blink
You broke and you tell me
You ain't got it, I understand
I used to be in the same shoes to
I couldn't wear em