Pimp C - kyyngg, Prynce

Oh, excuse me while I pour up

I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup

He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up

I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders

She gave me brain in the Benz

She a considerate bitch

You a illiterate dude

I fuck on your grandma for scraps

Niggas talking my name on a diss

Lil boy, you don’t want none of this

Pull up and shoot up your hood

They need to free lil Prynce

Yeah, don’t get me confused

We really living like that, not these foes

Work on his body, just pass me the tool

Fucked on his bitch, pussy wet like a pool

No time for that dissing you folk

Don’t let this rap shit get you killed

We make your block hotter than hell

After I nut, bitch, I don’t wanna cuddle

They criticize me, tryna make me a devil

That’s why my heart cold, that shit made outta metal

Broke niggas and bitches, they gon' rock together

They got something in common, they don’t get no cheddar

They want me to fall, but I keep getting better

They throwing a diss and I’m ready whenever

Pull up in his city, finesse his whole town

Oh, excuse me while I pour up

I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup

He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up

I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders

She gave me brain in the Benz

She a considerate bitch

You a illiterate dude

I fuck on your grandma for scraps

Niggas talking my name on a diss

Lil boy, you don’t want none of this

Pull up and shoot up your hood

They need to free lil Prynce

Tell them niggas I’m back

Fuck nigga, he diss on the gang, he get whacked

Adjust that lil bitch like we know where he at

I’m stuffed in the Benz with this mac on my lap, whoa

I put this mac on his back, oh

We spin the Benz on the block

And then we go wet up his trap

These niggas got me confused

Bitch, we 'bout to blow like a fuse

Bitch, you pull up with the tools

And put them lil boys on the news

And no, we don’t beef on the internet

Me and the gang don’t get into that

We just pull up with them carbines

I got 'bout thirty-two shots in this forty

I put that lil hoe on my schedule, yes, I need that

I ain’t with no arguing, talking, bitch, where that green at?

Pull up, we running this place

Now bitch, guide me right to the safe

Can’t be playing with you, dealing with apes

Oh, excuse me while I pour up

I’m not Pimp C but I’m on that syrup

He claim he want war but the bitch never showed up

I’m fucking his bitch, got her legs on my shoulders

She gave me brain in the Benz

She a considerate bitch

You a illiterate dude

I fuck on your grandma for scraps

Niggas talking my name on a diss

Lil boy, you don’t want none of this

Pull up and shoot up your hood

They need to free lil Prynce