作词 : Nick Mira/Charlie Handsome/Bill K. Kapri
作曲 : Nick Mira/Charlie Handsome/Bill K. Kapri
Tied, they dead, flies everywhere
Y'all know that, it’s Lil Kodak, ay, you play, you lay
Ain't no punk in me, ain't no punk in me but I be pulling out the strap
Like I’m a dyke, or something
I be pullin' out straps on these f**k n*ggas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb b*tches
Like a dyke man, you n*ggas can't f**k with me
If a n*gga says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I’m invincible, n*ggas can’t beat me
Ayy, what's the principle? Pimpin’ ain't easy
I'm invincible, n*ggas can't beat me
I was in the 8-5, me and Pac hittin’ it
I been out six months, made four million
Slide in the 6-4, windows tinted
N*gga had to get low, them boys start hittin'
F**k around, hit the lil' hoe with no jimmy
If a n*gga say go, better go kill him
Said that Lil' Zo he cut throat with no feelings
Mama watch her lil' boy turn into a menace
I don't care, I go fed and get a life sentence
I want everybody dead, n*gga no limit
I don't shake n*ggas' hands, 'cause I ain't friendly
When I pull up to the crib, have no panties
I been leanin' to the right, like I'm on xannies
I been thuggin' all my life, I ain't romantic
When I whip out the .45, don't panic
When I whip out the .45, don't panic
I be pullin' out straps on these f**k n*ggas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb b*tches
Like a dyke man, you n*ggas can't f**k with me
If a n*gga says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, n*ggas can't beat me
Ayy, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, n*ggas can't beat me
New AP, flood, water on my butt like a tub
I got my lil' gun in the club, don't worry about me, I'm a thug
You kill a street n*gga, get a dime
If you kill a rap n*gga, get a dub
Big chain on my neck, don't budge
F**kin' DeJ Loaf like a stud
I swapped out the mic for the gun
I swapped out the ice for the mud
I swapped out the spice for the bud
F**kin' on a dyke, I'm in love
I'm f**kin' with a dyke, she the one
Kodak don't show no remorse, I be automatic tryin' get a n*gga touched
Kodak on tour, with his boys, say they got a whole gun store on the bus
Missy Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski
I beatbox a n*gga like the music
I'm thuggin' in my Reebok, I never need Gucci
I don't even see the confusion
I'm f**kin' Young M.A., long as she got a coochie
Say she got the strap and the toolie, say she put the crack in her booty
I be pullin' out straps on these f**k n*ggas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb b*tches
Like a dyke man, you n*ggas can't f**k with me
If a n*gga says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, n*ggas can't beat me
Ayy, What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, n*ggas can't beat me