[Intro]
You dig? Squeeze
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside—
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them
(You know Lil Rippah got them 808s)
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them, ooh, look
[Chorus]
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
[Verse 1]
That young nigga 'bout that beefin', screamin', "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old heads, sold cocaine, and wore beepers
All 32, slugged up, that nigga post on Seneca Street, doped up
Them niggas think they know us? Get your sister best friend to set him up
Pussy niggas in the game, with all these diamond chains, don't deserve a thing
Fuck you, let me get me, I take everything
She bounce that ass, but she got an old man, she out there bad
But she don't give one fuck for some cash, she gon' let me hit her in a Range
In that Nawf, it go down, huh
In that Nawf, when YoungBoy out there, you probably ain't gon' make it out, huh?
Probably be a body found, huh?
They can't prove it, but they knowin' all the results, huh?
They know he live that shit he rap
They knowin' he'll have them young niggas outside your house, huh?
They knowin' that nigga ain't shit five
They knowin' that nigga had Lil Four rob his best friend, slime
Haha, they say he out here on that shit, nah
I said I had twenty-five Ms before I signed a deal
'Fore to make another sixty Ms, I still grind
You dig? Squeeze
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside—
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them
(You know Lil Rippah got them 808s)
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them, ooh, look
[Chorus]
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
[Verse 1]
That young nigga 'bout that beefin', screamin', "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old heads, sold cocaine, and wore beepers
All 32, slugged up, that nigga post on Seneca Street, doped up
Them niggas think they know us? Get your sister best friend to set him up
Pussy niggas in the game, with all these diamond chains, don't deserve a thing
Fuck you, let me get me, I take everything
She bounce that ass, but she got an old man, she out there bad
But she don't give one fuck for some cash, she gon' let me hit her in a Range
In that Nawf, it go down, huh
In that Nawf, when YoungBoy out there, you probably ain't gon' make it out, huh?
Probably be a body found, huh?
They can't prove it, but they knowin' all the results, huh?
They know he live that shit he rap
They knowin' he'll have them young niggas outside your house, huh?
They knowin' that nigga ain't shit five
They knowin' that nigga had Lil Four rob his best friend, slime
Haha, they say he out here on that shit, nah
I said I had twenty-five Ms before I signed a deal
'Fore to make another sixty Ms, I still grind
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