First Verse:
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 ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Matter 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 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
Chorus:
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
repeat
Second Verse:
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
Chorus
First Verse repeats
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 ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Matter 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 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
Chorus:
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
repeat
Second Verse:
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
Chorus
First Verse repeats