[Verse 1: KG Smokey]
In and out the trap
Really tryna bounce back
Too much, three whips, how a nigga crash that
Slidin’ in the Uber, ten thousand in my backpack
Bitches never love me, they just love when the cash fast
That’s why I trash a broke bitch in a glass bag
Slidin’ southeast, spark this bitch up like it Baghdad
I can’t trust a soul so I put the uzi in her handbag
Put a Honda Civic on my chain, where your bands at
Three of my niggas just got popped, where the xans at
Pop ‘em they get bye, ho, we slide in with these fat dads
Baby come and run it in for me with your fast ass
(Baby come and run it in for me with your fast ass)
[Verse 2: Deetho P]
Ay, ten toes down I made in too a struggle
Hustlin’ bitches fag off, I made some bitches bubble
Choose up bitch, come and hop up in this huddle
Got some plays for you to run, like we made this pussy double
Fuckin’ with these niggas, talkin’ ‘bout they really pimpin’
(Put it in my hand and I’ma put you on a mission)
I knocked other ho, bitch get put yo’ feelings
I was broke, show some pussy, now I’m lavish livin’ (Bitch)
[Chorus: Deetho P]
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty bitches on blaze
They always askin’ a nigga, why I’m livin’ this way
This pimpin’ ain’t easy, but P I’m diggin’ the pay
The bands in the trap make more than you did in a day
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty bitches on blaze
They always askin’ a nigga, why I’m livin’ this way
This pimpin’ ain’t easy, but P I’m diggin’ the pay
The bands in the trap make more than you did in a day
[Verse 3: KG Smokey]
My momma still ask me why I’m still livin’ this way
I said “I’m tryna risk it all, tryna make us a way”
I love you baby, ain’t no feelings when you hittin’ the plate
My granny raises a gangster, I’ma thug to the grave
So keep it gangster P, these niggas really ridin’ our wave
All these chains wrapped around me man, I feel like a slave
Put this dick in her face so it’s fuck what she say
If I’m eatin’ then my Millies finna grab them a plate
[Verse 4: Deetho P]
P, I don’t need a bitch I want a bitch
When that bitch’s gon’ buss down and make me rich
Sit her down, off a blaze, she finessin’ tricks
If this pimpin’ don’t work then I’m robbin’ shit
This PGO and I ain’t stoppin’ ‘till the world blow
Gotta keep a bitch, only ones gettin’ dough
Bitch come around, try and smoke all my dro
Grabbed her shit, told her ass “Bitch you gotta go”
[Chorus: Deetho P]
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty bitches on blaze
They always askin’ a nigga, why I’m livin’ this way
This pimpin’ ain’t easy, but P I’m diggin’ the pay
The bands in the trap make more than you did in a day
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty bitches on blaze
They always askin’ a nigga, why I’m livin’ this way
This pimpin’ ain’t easy, but P I’m diggin’ the pay
The bands in the trap make more than you did in a day
[Verse 5: AudiiJune]
I don’t need her but it’s cheaper to keep her
It’s mister fuck 12, bitch go croak it and I’ma leave her
One eye open
When I sleep I keep the heater
Nigga you ain’t pimpin’
All you got is tweakers
You ain’t pimpin’
All you bitches sleepers
And nigga you’s a bitch
All you got is misdemeanors
Your bitch live with me
‘Cause she knew that I would bleed her
She love when nigga run it up but really don’t need ‘em
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to duckin’, dodgin’ them J’s
She know it’s mister fuck 12, but mister fuck that case
She know I’m out here grindin’ tryna get us better days
But bitch I’m on the run so you know I gotta keep me a ‘K
[Chorus: Deetho P]
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty bitches on blaze
They always askin’ a nigga, why I’m livin’ this way
This pimpin’ ain’t easy, but P I’m diggin’ the pay
The bands in the trap make more than you did in a day
I’m sellin’ coke on the block to pretty bitches on blaze
They always askin’ a nigga, why I’m livin’ this way
This pimpin’ ain’t easy, but P I’m diggin’ the pay
The bands in the trap make more than you did in a day (Run it up ho)
