"I say b**h
Get the f** out my face
Get the f** out my face
Get the f** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)
(repeat 4x)
Live and react in life
Me and this mac right
Since you see that i'm here
Know that i'm half right
Only game for the cake
Who I leave you gushy
And keep them b**hes better yet
Take some more p**y
Never get over look he the rookie
One slip and he's out the records sayin he took me
Can't have it like, gottin they raggin
Trick or treatin Halloween with little guts in my bag
So i'm bout me tryin ta get my moma off in dat jaggin
Have me weigh a thousand eights, roll eight in those bags
I'm the true and the real
Wether ya'll want the records I can't chill
But i can make, when they breakin pills
My brother had me gone on million cash with drill
Cleanin up it was a job for real
I saw raw ? saw an steals
Caught star wars and grilles
Got the balls and though i seen it with my ball we live
I say b**h
Get the f** out my face
Get the f** out my face
Get the f** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)
(repeat 4x)
I'm wanted of murder and times two of dat
k**er times two of dat
Pimp n***a doin dat
What they wanna do bout dat
I grown from a family that's strong
And they love to do wrong
Pimps, whyons, and drug dealers all i known
See i can tell the world the truth now
Cuz see the time been served
n***as died or dropped the charge then
I remember the time back when
Lemme gin ran the town with bents and drop top benz
And they head, cuz that's so sick
Cuz once you car ballin that way there ain't nuthin to how they did sh**
But it's a new day to bad scared again it's happenin'
f**in with us, but we's just rappin'
They scared to face the fact we make our money off the music
So what you call me with a ball or blow, b**h I use it
I had the ruger for protectin'
But your a** wouldn't had seein if ya hadn't been expectin'
I said b**h
Get the f** out my face
Get the f** out my face
Get the f** out my face, (pimpin' hoe)
(repeat 4x)
Let me tell ya'll n***as, what the ghetto in Memphis is full of
GD vice lords, k**as, drug dealers