(feat. Peter The Disciple)
[Pastor Troy talking]
Pimp shit
Yeah pimp shit, nigga
Wassup baby Ken?
Like this hea
All my niggaz mayn
A yo, all the real boss playa
A yo, this real ATL playa style
A yo, you can`t pimp a pimp playa
[Verse 1]
Niggaz is trippin, my shoes is tied up
Big boss pimpin, tell ya` bitch I said wassup
Pastor, laughter, Reme in my hand
Countin out some grands, over in Ireland
The man, you done heard the name befo`
I keep a big gun wit` me every where that I go
And I smoke dro`, motherfucker keep that bap ass weed
Niggaz claimin their my folks bitch you don`t know me
D.S.G.B. representin send them haters to hell
It ain`t nothing ta` say, it ain`t nothin ta` tell
My glock shells will be empty if any tempt me
I`m not no fuckin simp, bitch I`m a fuckin pimp
[Chorus 2x]
You can`t pimp me, I`mma pimp myself
You can`t pimp me, I`mma pimp myself
You can`t pimp me, I`mma pimp myself
I`mma pimp myself
I`mma pimp myself
[Verse 2]
The one man army, the one wreckin crew
I heard that shit, now who the fuck you referrin to
If it was me, come put your finger to my nose
Just like I thought ya` niggaz mother fuckin hoes
The clothes, the wardrobe, the gators with matchin socks
Bad ass bitch that kind of favors Goldielox
The clock...stops tickin`
I step off in the spot all the chickens get to pimpin`
Bubbly is pluckin, D.S.G.B. be gangsta fuckin`
Fuckin for nothin, we be them niggaz they be lovin`
It don`t get nothin but worse for you simp
Bow down nigga make room for a pimp
[Chorus 2x]
[Peter Tha Disciple]
You can`t pimp me potnah because I`m pimpin myself
I got my game from the old school straight off the shelf
I be the maca to the roni, the chedda to the cheese
I roll wit` DSGB, so is better than me
A Aug representive, I got the game on lock
I hit the street with them thangs, went to movin the block
So fuck the cops, we makin money, we stay on the grind
I`m bustin strawberry Phillies while I break down my pine
And I ain`t blind, I can see it, you already know
So get the fuck out my face `cause you can`t pimp me hoe
You see the doe don`t let it hit ya`, you gets no play
And I`m the dro` you the philly get ready to blaze
[Chorus fade out]
