(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
(Keys in my lap) uh-huh
(Just in case these niggas stainin')
(Scrap, bitch don't trip 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip)
You can turn the headphones up

Slime (slime)
The whole gang slime (slime)
Pull up beside me I'm fine (fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the iron (bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when I'm flying, uh (ice)
If she ain't fucking, she spying (fucking)
Niggas be hating on gang (gang)
Really just sound like they crying (bitch)
These niggas bit on the cap (bitch)
Call Ripley's, I think they lying (cap)
These old niggas getting washed (huh)
They can buy every new watch (and what?)
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, know what the fuck going on, nigga
Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who
Niggas gon' keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this motherfucking new wave shit, bruh
Come on, man, give my respect, bitch

Yeah, smoking like hickory (hick)
Stay with the stick for the trickery (stick)
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missing, 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 (yeah)
Hundred round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they don't do the octagon, yup (hoo hoo hoo)
Spider drop out like Decepticon (bitch)
Right at your crib while you're eating dinner (bah)
Dressed in a mask like it's Comic Con (ho)
Twelve came in the hotel room (hoo)
I like to sleep with the palms (shit, yeah)
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
And I'm a eight-figure, motherfucking twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain't got no kids either
Ain't no bitch gon' trick me out my dollar
I ain't take care of none of these dry-head bitches' kids, nigga

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Writer(s): Miles Parks McCollum, Samuel Gloade