(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Niggas stay talkin', they ain't about shit
Pull off, 30 stay in my wallet
Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo
If it ain't a problem better not call my name
Mans keep talking like he a prophet (whoa)
No time to learn that we ain't 'bout it (whoa, whoa)
Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo
Yo if it ain't a problem then don't call my name
I said (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
And I ain't taking "no" no more
Them niggas grew up on Screw?
What the f*ck dawg? Now we getting back to the beginning
You gave me scrimmage, I played to finish
Remember them old days I was f*cking 'round with women
We was backin' up them drives like we was finished
Runnin' 'round in Corpus, two-door, I explore
Hit the gas then he floor it
We just took off with some more shit
Pray to God he keep my money straight
One-four SUV behind me like motorcade
Shot on that bitch at an alarming rate
Chills in your body they glisten and shimmer
Like you just went out of the armory, uh-uh
Move he dippin and dive whenever you cry, I will arrive
Blood, sweat and tears will let you go fly
Had to use soap, uh-uh, staying afloat, uh-uh
Shout out B Trip, Conan and Burt
Shout out Chris, Chloe and Kelly, uh
I'm going fast you ready
I keep the celly on silent
I hope the future is vibrant
For all of my brothers, all of my kin, all of my gang
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Big tr-, big tr-, big tr-, big tr- (this is the beginning!)
Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo)
Shotgunner, hot like summer
My lover, ain't no sucker
She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh
Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo)
Shotgunner, hot like summer
My lover, ain't no sucker
She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh
Close the door
Watch me go
I'm gettin' close to God
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
I'm livin' in the Sou-
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
BROCKHAMPTON - N.S.T. Lyrics
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(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Niggas stay talkin', they ain't about shit
Pull off, 30 stay in my wallet
Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo
If it ain't a problem better not call my name
Mans keep talking like he a prophet (whoa)
No time to learn that we ain't 'bout it (whoa, whoa)
Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo
Yo if it ain't a problem then don't call my name
I said (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
And I ain't taking "no" no more
Them niggas grew up on Screw?
What the f*ck dawg? Now we getting back to the beginning
You gave me scrimmage, I played to finish
Remember them old days I was f*cking 'round with women
We was backin' up them drives like we was finished
Runnin' 'round in Corpus, two-door, I explore
Hit the gas then he floor it
We just took off with some more shit
Pray to God he keep my money straight
One-four SUV behind me like motorcade
Shot on that bitch at an alarming rate
Chills in your body they glisten and shimmer
Like you just went out of the armory, uh-uh
Move he dippin and dive whenever you cry, I will arrive
Blood, sweat and tears will let you go fly
Had to use soap, uh-uh, staying afloat, uh-uh
Shout out B Trip, Conan and Burt
Shout out Chris, Chloe and Kelly, uh
I'm going fast you ready
I keep the celly on silent
I hope the future is vibrant
For all of my brothers, all of my kin, all of my gang
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Big tr-, big tr-, big tr-, big tr- (this is the beginning!)
Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo)
Shotgunner, hot like summer
My lover, ain't no sucker
She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh
Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo)
Shotgunner, hot like summer
My lover, ain't no sucker
She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh
Close the door
Watch me go
I'm gettin' close to God
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
I'm livin' in the Sou-
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Niggas stay talkin', they ain't about shit
Pull off, 30 stay in my wallet
Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo
If it ain't a problem better not call my name
Mans keep talking like he a prophet (whoa)
No time to learn that we ain't 'bout it (whoa, whoa)
Mind gone, mind gone insane, yo
Yo if it ain't a problem then don't call my name
I said (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
And I ain't taking "no" no more
Them niggas grew up on Screw?
What the f*ck dawg? Now we getting back to the beginning
You gave me scrimmage, I played to finish
Remember them old days I was f*cking 'round with women
We was backin' up them drives like we was finished
Runnin' 'round in Corpus, two-door, I explore
Hit the gas then he floor it
We just took off with some more shit
Pray to God he keep my money straight
One-four SUV behind me like motorcade
Shot on that bitch at an alarming rate
Chills in your body they glisten and shimmer
Like you just went out of the armory, uh-uh
Move he dippin and dive whenever you cry, I will arrive
Blood, sweat and tears will let you go fly
Had to use soap, uh-uh, staying afloat, uh-uh
Shout out B Trip, Conan and Burt
Shout out Chris, Chloe and Kelly, uh
I'm going fast you ready
I keep the celly on silent
I hope the future is vibrant
For all of my brothers, all of my kin, all of my gang
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Big tr-, big tr-, big tr-, big tr- (this is the beginning!)
Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo)
Shotgunner, hot like summer
My lover, ain't no sucker
She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh
Big trauma, stone-cold stunner (woo)
Shotgunner, hot like summer
My lover, ain't no sucker
She'll break your windows, that's no fun, uh
Close the door
Watch me go
I'm gettin' close to God
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
Pimpin' ain't easy, niggas all resent me
While you talking big I'll be still pimpin'
I'm livin' in the Sou-
(Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)
Writer: Jabari Chester Manwarring, Ciaran McDonald, Matthew Champion, Clifford Ian Fernando Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: BROCKHAMPTON
Length: 2:25
Written by: Jabari Chester Manwarring, Ciaran McDonald, Matthew Champion, Clifford Ian Fernando Simpson