Statik Selektah, Wais P, Slaine - Gz, Pimps, Hustlers lyrics
[Statik Selektah, Wais P, Slaine - Gz, Pimps, Hustlers lyrics]
You can't see? You can't see?
You can't see? You fucking with a P-IM-P
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
My CEO's a DJ, my A&R's a dopeboy
The rapper is a pimp, got
You niggas on my scope, boy
Oh boy, the flow's extra
Extra clip, Heckler & Koch for the hecklers
I thank God for my necklace
And thank the streets for
Giving me the heart, to protect it
Any situation I'm met with
Handle accordingly
Squeeze bullets back to back
In a single file line just to keep it orderly
This beat ain't just fat, it's morbidly obese
Allowing me to speak to the
Fans I wanna reach my jail niggas
My locked up and make bail niggas
My strippers and hoes that drop
It to the floor get ya money baby
Who gives a fuck if they look at you crazy
If they don't love you, I will
You just gotta pay me
I know Brooklyn got my back
I'm hungry, eating rappers
Saying "Feed me more" like I'm Ryback
I'm overseas and I ain't pressed to fly back
I'm laid up with a Paris chick
Extending my trip
Life's a coin flip, yea, heads or tails
Whichever side it lands on that's
How your girl's getting nailed
She count the money while
The captain set sail
I like my vodka over ice
She popping pills and doing rails
It never fails - cases of
The champagne in garbage pails
Me and Stat, back to back
That's playa life is fly as hell
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
Anger is luxury
Hanging with these dangerous fucks with me
Tangled up angel dust puffs
Angels' ankles are cuffed to me
Gangster and nuts, pranksters and sluts
Painful fuckery pendulum swinging
Cinnamon scented women are stuck to me
I fuck famous sluts
Cocaine ain't enough for me
Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see
We came dressed in a tux, devilish sluts
In their blue dresses
Girlies push their breasteses up
So I guess my message is fuck
Now I think your estrogen's up
I got your neck in my clutch
My touch is like a ecstasy rush
I'm erratic and hectic
Can't be mad at the reckless fanatical
Radical addict with the attitude
On Statik Selektah Avenue
So crack a brew and have
A few drinks and fuck
Who the fuck you think is mad at you
Tell them this is what we had to do
Statik this is what we had to do
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
Fuck your pipe dreams
We make it happen for real
Slapping bitches on they ass until
The cash she peel
I'm on my way up, I see the top
You in my rearview
Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view
Dusting off my shoulders
Wiping down my crown
I'm married to the game, no ring and no gown
And no clowns allowed around
The illest out ever
Drown your car with bass and let
It crack through your leathers
My CEO is on the turntables
The pimp is at the front of
The stage with gold cables
I ain't acting my age, I run around wylin'
Drinking vodka like a Russian
Stuck in a asylum money piling
If not then bullets flying
You don't want that i send a ho I broke
She bring my money on the come back
Run that, I keep a shark where my one's at
Go 'head and reach, you'll bring a nub back
The 38 Snub black
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
You can't see? You fucking with a P-IM-P
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
My CEO's a DJ, my A&R's a dopeboy
The rapper is a pimp, got
You niggas on my scope, boy
Oh boy, the flow's extra
Extra clip, Heckler & Koch for the hecklers
I thank God for my necklace
And thank the streets for
Giving me the heart, to protect it
Any situation I'm met with
Handle accordingly
Squeeze bullets back to back
In a single file line just to keep it orderly
This beat ain't just fat, it's morbidly obese
Allowing me to speak to the
Fans I wanna reach my jail niggas
My locked up and make bail niggas
My strippers and hoes that drop
It to the floor get ya money baby
Who gives a fuck if they look at you crazy
If they don't love you, I will
You just gotta pay me
I know Brooklyn got my back
I'm hungry, eating rappers
Saying "Feed me more" like I'm Ryback
I'm overseas and I ain't pressed to fly back
I'm laid up with a Paris chick
Extending my trip
Life's a coin flip, yea, heads or tails
Whichever side it lands on that's
How your girl's getting nailed
She count the money while
The captain set sail
I like my vodka over ice
She popping pills and doing rails
It never fails - cases of
The champagne in garbage pails
Me and Stat, back to back
That's playa life is fly as hell
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
Anger is luxury
Hanging with these dangerous fucks with me
Tangled up angel dust puffs
Angels' ankles are cuffed to me
Gangster and nuts, pranksters and sluts
Painful fuckery pendulum swinging
Cinnamon scented women are stuck to me
I fuck famous sluts
Cocaine ain't enough for me
Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see
We came dressed in a tux, devilish sluts
In their blue dresses
Girlies push their breasteses up
So I guess my message is fuck
Now I think your estrogen's up
I got your neck in my clutch
My touch is like a ecstasy rush
I'm erratic and hectic
Can't be mad at the reckless fanatical
Radical addict with the attitude
On Statik Selektah Avenue
So crack a brew and have
A few drinks and fuck
Who the fuck you think is mad at you
Tell them this is what we had to do
Statik this is what we had to do
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P
Fuck your pipe dreams
We make it happen for real
Slapping bitches on they ass until
The cash she peel
I'm on my way up, I see the top
You in my rearview
Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view
Dusting off my shoulders
Wiping down my crown
I'm married to the game, no ring and no gown
And no clowns allowed around
The illest out ever
Drown your car with bass and let
It crack through your leathers
My CEO is on the turntables
The pimp is at the front of
The stage with gold cables
I ain't acting my age, I run around wylin'
Drinking vodka like a Russian
Stuck in a asylum money piling
If not then bullets flying
You don't want that i send a ho I broke
She bring my money on the come back
Run that, I keep a shark where my one's at
Go 'head and reach, you'll bring a nub back
The 38 Snub black
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers
No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters
You fucking with me
You fucking with a P-IM-P