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Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do (Uh) Ay man, this joint crank fool My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (Uh) I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (What) Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two (Huh) Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (Yeah) I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (Cash out) You just sit right down, sippin' on Woc Feelin' some shit that gelato the rock Cover the weed up, we plantin' the crop AMG engine it come with no key I'm with the bitch I got sand on my feet Cover my arm, shoot when I reach I did it first, and they got it from me Count up my deal, and I feel like [?] Prada my coat that I rock in the winter Word at my Bеnz and I'm up 'til September Whеn you get famous they never remember C.R.E.A.M in my pocket I feel like I'm RZA, uh Come get that work Tell that ho' to flip that twerk Nigga, this my turf SongtexteNigga, it's my turn BG hot boy, this that turn [?] kilt look like skirt Don't get murked, heh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dressed like a criminal, [?], no I ain't filmin' now Long as I keep my hands sanitized I'ma come clean I just realized, with no analyze Money can't fit in my pocket no more 'cause I'm sample size Shoutout to Max, shoutout my guys Slide off to that, slide off to slatt Got a new job, just to shoot out the top Just to shoot out the top (Uh) Rollin' in my pimpin', ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do My beeper just a-beepin' so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (What) I was at Coachella, high off the molly Taking the mushrooms I'm out of my body [?] be blooming, I'm smoking biscotti Nigga chanel [?], like a Nazi Hop in the booth, the work my hobby After my show, 30 bitches in lobby Marni and Whitney [?] [?] on my clothing Like denim, they balmain They orange like a pumpkin [?] like I left from London Back in air maxes to the money I'm running I gotta go get it but can't do no fumbling Come get that work Tell that ho' to flip that twerk Nigga, this my turf Nigga, it's my turn BG hot boy, this that turn [?] kilt look like skirt Don't get murked, heh Aus Songtexte Mania