Pimpin Ain't Eazy Remix Video (MV)

These f*ck niggas, these rap niggas
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
These niggas been, ya know what I'm sayin'
Yeah yeah
OG call me say a nigga was lookin' for me
6

I just got a call from my big homie
Word around town saida nigga got a brick on me
Nigga must think I'm a lick homie
He ain't eve know I gotta .40 with a dick on me
Rollin' in the club got my stick on me
Guess a nigga made 'cause I got his f*ckin' bitch on me
Shit real heard my own dawg snitched on me
It's a violation so you know we gotta flip homie
Hunnid more shots in the AK
Might go fed how them crackers did Dae Dae
Bodies on the six niggas die by tre eights
No shells on the scene, man, them niggas left no case
T-G-B, six block we don't play play
Got hoes shakin' ass for my brothers on JPay
Free Spazz, jit comin' home one day
Bitch 'til then, whole 6 want gun play
In a new stolen and its foreign
Big bro say if it ain't foreign then it's boring
F*ck a nigga up like porn
Six got Glocks on the block with his boys
Nigga you ain't no noise
Nigga you a bitch and you shoot with them toys
Got his dropped in the flood
Pussy ass jit we killin' you boys
Might make the news before four
I shot, they didn't mention I'm thanking the lord
Swing back 'cause we upping the score
Rollin' and geekin' they think ima dork (ayy, bitch, yeah)
They think I'm a dork

I'ma let the beat fade, let the beat rock
Let it talk to 'em

Uh
Brand new Glock .30
Shootin' out the gym, Curry
He think shit sweet McFlurry
Booked for a show, get 'em gone, do 'em dirty
Swear to God we ain't got no worries
Pull up on yo block with the pop like Maury
Real facts I ain't tellin' no stories
He was speakin' on Kendrick got the last nigga buried
Pussy you play then you lay
F*ck killin' Lil Ray had that K to his face
Then I make Bean do the race
That boy with Lil Bunkie just like Tampa Bay
Cojack say don't leave a trace
He shooting for straps killing for A
You just caught a body you late
Everybody gotta die, everybody gotta date

Brand new Glock .40
Pockets obese, Norbit
Still spendin' block with my shorty
Stolo on the six no forgis
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Pull up on ya block can't find em like Dory
Cap rap, I ain't hearin' them stories
Get killed if you cross the good lord that's important
High speed cracker can't catch me
Fled in Lou turned this shit to a high speed
Dej Loaf, nigga won't try me
Face shot, can't let a nigga J5 me
Nigga's don't bleed how I bleed
.30 shot clip in my motherf*ckin' magazine
Get a nigga flipped like a motherf*ckin' trampoline
Nigga talkin' weird like he motherf*ckin' Japanese

.40 is on me, no clappin' me
I ain't even feelin' no dap in me
We just lost Bibby tragically
But we gon' kill some shit happily
Hopped out the stolen to the Beamer
Can't see these niggas John Cena
Got my gun all in the arena
Need a bad bitch like Trina
Niggas sang like Justin Bieber
Pull up on yo' ass with my heater
Six not an ordinary creature
Talkin' my shit like Vegeta
F*ck the lil' ho, I don't need her
Beat her back in then I leave her
Get my backend and I mingle
Six in the bricks with his heater

With his heater
Uh, ayy
Six in the bricks with his heater
Uh, uh, yeah
Niggas be sangin' Justin Bieber