[Intro: 2 Low Key]

Verse 7: Gotta be a pimp, meanin' that I'm clockin' my shit

Verse 8: Gotta leave state, damn fool, don't fuck up my day

Verse 9: Pimpin' ain't dyin', ninety percent of players are dogs

Verse 10: Tell 'em again, bitch, it's a Ho Call

[Verse: DJ Sound]

Mean one, barin' none, all the time I got that gun

Kickin' in doors for kilos, not no motherfuckin' petty crumbs

Gangsta Gold and MC Money down for that 3-8-0

Serious shit, no playin', ho, break yourself, hit the floor

Gotta have cheese or dope to make it, can't ask for it, so I take it

Don't look lost, drop it off, ho, tell me where it's at, and your hoish ass might make it *gunshots*

To your hеad, 'cause you tried to make a movе, ho

The shadow of death is on my ass, I just don't give a fuck no more