F/ La Chat, Project Pimp


Ain't no use in throwin' blows

I just wanna smoke you hoe

Ain't no use in throwin' blows

I just wanna smoke you hoe

Ain't no use in throwin' blows

I just wanna smoke you hoes

I just wanna smoke you hoe

Ain't no use in throwin' blows


[Verse 1: Tommy Wright iii]

Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin' die

Street sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the wood

Wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by,

You survive, that's a lie, fifty niggas standin' on the corna

Watchin' every muthafuckn' move you make,

Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate,

Got rocks in they socks, narcs come nigga break

Bullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin'

Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast,

Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin' big,

Got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field

B-I-G woulda probably gave you " One More Chance"

But not me, on my tone, get the phone

Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance

Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest

Prove it to me, do a street sweep,

Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest,

Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants

Wasn't shit different when I moved in South Memphis

For the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin'

Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks

And ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch ufo, undercover 5-0,

Still on parole can't catch another case,

Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood

Go to war with the world if I gotta,

Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed,

Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter

Hook (1x)

[Verse 2: La Chat]

Hoppin' on these bitches, leavin' 'em wid stitches

Reason why I do these funky hoes,

If you bitches got some anna bring the shit on

Cause La Chat still won't go,

Cappin' all these suckas, fillin' these bustas

Shoot 'em to the ground wid my nine that I tote

Bitches wanna test my motherfuckin' pimpin'

Best believe that's a motherfuckin' lesson hoe

Beatin' these bitches to the ground,

That's my hobby I like to do,

Busta ass hoe got a glock at her side

Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot,

Threaten my fuckin' life hoe that's a no no you lil silly hoe,

You one hoe, that I know that done know,

That your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go,

Evil signs I do not see, it's just the hatred in my blood

It's just me when I feel the need I'm poppin' them motherfuckin' slugs

Bitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games

Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames

Know this anna's on my mind, it keep me doin' a fuckin' crime

Never like caught, slippin' bitch, I bet I keep my fuckin' nine

Got some anamosity, here's my fuckin' do' key

Get that shit up off your chest

My 20 guage track will handle the rest

Hook (1x)

[Project Pimp]

I gotta be makin' that cash, the bigga my stash

I put on my halloween mask,

Time to go trick or treat, fold up them swisher sweets

Makin' them lemons lay down in the grass

My weapon I'm grippin' ain't no time for slippin'

The Pimp and I'm all about makin' that cheese,

Robber who robbin' them bitches for riches and dumpin'

Ain't no stoppin till I get some kis,

Full ah that weed, so I can proceed wid my plans

And take care my family through problems,

Hit up my nigga that wanted Li-zo and Terrel

Some playas who down to go robbin',

Think that I'm flodgin' don't slip and get killed by them bullets

That fly from the. 45 clip, that cocaine is in my brain

Got me straight doin' thangs, to them hoe niggas when I catch 'em slip

No mercy for suckas and bustas when I'm on my hustle

I take care ah my business off top,

Regardless whoever that nigga might be

When I take all his cheese, I bet he get shot, be clippin' that glock,

It full wid black talon for static I might have to aim on ah low,

I kick it wid killers, dog dealers, graveniggas

Who squeeze on the triggas, we dumped on 'em low

[Tommy Wright iii]

Tommy Wright, creep at night, ready to take your fuckin' life,

Roll them dice, get a side bet

Tommy best shot betta aim that I get,

Murder one expert, drinkin' red rum

Hoe my mouth don't move cause I talk wid ah ooze

Slip on my gloves, Tommy gots no love

Two glocks Tommy shot two cops on a rooftop

Pistol grippers, leavin' y'all bodies in plastic bags wid zippers

Where I'm from niggas come wid pistols

Tommy got a tech in the middle ah the street yellin' who's next

I'm gon' buck 'em, and I'm gon' stuff 'em

Tommy don't love 'em it was only fuck phonies

Six feet to me ain't deep

Can't be seen wid ah dead dope fiend in the passenger seat,

Really don't give a fuck, nail it to your nuts

Everyday parlay sun down, sun up

Niggas don't want no peace so they pack a piece wait,

Murder show at twelve can't be late,

Fuck scrappin', Tommy Wright cappin' and dappin'

When the damage is done, do away wid the gun

On the run, real billy sippin' O-Z,

Ten wanted men feelin' deep, trick or treat, fuck tha police

Hook (1x)

[Tommy Wright iii]

Dig that, Memphis niggas ain't scrappin' no more

Especially ten wanted men, fuck scrappin' we cappin'

It's on like cap, biotch!
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