Pymp Tyte Fat Pat (Ft. Tyte Eyes)

[Intro]
Pymp Tyte's getting it crunk tonight, what

[Verse 1: Tyte Eyez]
Pymp Tyte be the shit, nigga fuck the others
When it comes to pimping this game, call us the Parker Brothers
We be stealing niggas hoes, slamming them Cadillac do's
Putting that snort to my nose, and watch my brain get froze
Smoking Mo's rolling bowl, and got that lean for sale
Bringing pounds down to church, and watch them hoes go for twelve
My heart's pimp-facted, pumping that pimping in my veins
Eyes red like that fire, thin like some hair strings
Singing clearer than a c.d., making a weak track right
(I'm Mr. Pymp Style) Tyte Eyez my nigga, that's why we Pymp Tyte

[Verse 2: Sean Pymp]
Bent flows from Louisiana, lay my head down in Texas
No horses just Lexus, fine women with big breastes
Never been a buster, but I bust up competition
Learn to hustle from the best, same game in repetition
Own a lot of hoes, cause I'm a pimp of the click
Broads causes of my temper, known to bomb on a bitch
Smoke my lil' weed, catch a breeze off the water
Southside baller, flipping ki's like a quarter
Hooked up with franchise, so watch a nigga take flight
With nan leak in the game, cause we mob Pymp Tyte