Lil B, Trae Tha Truth, Yung Redd, Jay’Ton, S.L.A.B. - Pimpin lyrics

I know these boppers, steady calling me
Since I'm a pimp
I let em know that I don't fuck for free
I threw the top off my slab
And swang it like a G
Click the remote to my trunk
And now I'm looking clean

Boppers steady calling my phone
Won't leave me alone, I'm riding on chrome
And this a habit, I'ma be a playa for life
That's shining so bright
I'm creeping at night i gotta have it

Hop aside of my dropper top
Or this classified half-a-slabber
If a bopper be riding my dick
It's guaranteed I'm grab her
Superstar like the Fat Pat
Swanging off in a black Lac
Spitting game and I got that
Run up in and get out that
Ain't no kissing and hugging
No rubbing no loving hoes
My mission is to get with em
And then I'ma be fucking hoes
Tag teaming with Yung Redd
Too much game so we going FED
The only way for these hoes to see us
Is if they coming off bread
Why let you fuck me for free
So you can get a reputation
Better get your hoe chance up out my face
Or a backhand you gon be facing
Late night and crawling the slab
And loading up the block
I'm a playa forever
And my game I'm setting up

These hoes saying Yung Redd
Ain't nothing nice
Whatever the price, I keep wearing yellow ice
I'm top notch from my shoes from my shuns
To my socks cause Redd in a drop
Don't usually stop or wait
I coming up, man I can't let these hoes
Take me under
And I don't need to know your name
Fuck your phone number
You see me in the street
I'm spending money er-y week
Talk is cheap, and most niggas ain't street
Go ask them hoes in the hood
Yeah they know me well i hit the block
So the spot and get a cop tail
Ain't hard to tell
My money too long to fail
Now when my solo drop
You know it's gon sell

I was blessed to get the game
So I give it back to em
Run up in em flossing and tossing
So much it be amusing laid back and recline
While I'm checking my palm pilot
With my hand on the wheel
Looking like a pimp when I glide it
Tinted up so I'm private
Trying to get away from the boppers
Creeping they neighborhood
Late night on don't-stoppers
I'm a T-H-U-G, repping SLAB
Riding B-L-U-E, in a B-U-IC
K with Trae, and we dubbing it out the roof
With diamonds on every tooth
And you know that we bopper proof
Never gon be tricking change
On a nothing-ass hoe
I'ma hit it and quit it
And that's the way the game go

What you know about a P-I, M to the P
I'm a player baby girl
I can't fuck you hoes for free
Acting like you my girlfriend
Blowing up my cell phone
Keep it real you just fronting
Trying to ride on my pone'
That's why I stay one deep on the creep
I ride solo fa sho hoe
I know you wanna fuck this fo' do'
But no, I push my roof back
And pop my trunk open
Swanging down your block
Glass and 84's poking
Choking you hoes and haters
A playa that's me
Silly bitch you thought you played
L-IL to the B but I'm a G
Think about it we ain't fucking for free
Cut you loose
Now I got all kinda boppers calling me