Look Pimpin’!

[Verse 1]
You see my swag
Now you wanna come and give me all this drag
I think you better back, back
Because my hand is itching to give you a smack
What's your name again, Jack?
It's the end of the road, and ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Matter of fact, it's about time that I school you
Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry
Now I must nip it, or better yet bury
Your entity, look at me while I'm talking
I heard you was lurking or was it even stalking
My program, thinking you're the man in the place
Now it's about time you catch a hand to the face

[Hook]
Look pimpin', I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground, I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town!
Look pimpin', I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground, I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town!

[Verse 2]
Brim tilted, coat quilted
Fresh to death, literally I do kill it
Blood spilleth in this game of death
Yeah, you hear the announcer but ain't no ref
I just kept hearing your name too much
And that's it, now I just came to touch
Your backbone with a boot, a cane to the tooth
It don't take much now, ain't that the truth?
My boo got a thing for you
She really likes money, but the pain will do
You can't hang, you a featherweight
I can't believe that you made it this far, It'll never take
A lot of work to make you levitate
I strike first, don't hesitate to populate the murder rate
You just sealed your fate
On the holidays, that'll be one less plate

[Hook]
Look pimpin', I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground, I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town!
Look pimpin', I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground, I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town!

[Verse 1]
You see my swag
Now you wanna come and give me all this drag
I think you better back, back
Because my hand is itching to give you a smack
What's your name again, Jack?
It's the end of the road, and ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Matter of fact, it's about time that I school you
Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry
Now I must nip it, or better yet bury
Your entity, look at me while I'm talking
I heard you was lurking or was it even stalking
My program, thinking you're the man in the place
Now it's about time you catch a hand to the face

[Hook]
Look pimpin', I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground, I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town!
Look pimpin', I ain't playing
In a minute you're gonna be laying
On the ground, I ain't messing around
My city, my rules, my money, my town!