Lyrics
Pimp in my crocs
Blood on my socks
Stepped on the opps
Yeah
Run with mob
Hand on the Glock
Can't hear you talk
Yeah
They gon have your body lined down with chalk
Fuck you jus say, no quiero habla
Motha fuckin AR in my sock
And it came with a holo attached on stock
Runnin this bitch
Fill up the clip
Fuck up my mood and ill air out your clique
Pimpin n shi
Pimp in my whip
Hop in my crocs and drown in the drip
Can't stand if you got nowhere to sit
I don't want a mil I want four more
Top of the building jump off of the fourth floor
You don't even know what you don't know
Roll in a 4 door
Popped n forgotten
Left in a grave where you lost and you rotten
People come and go but these bills keep coming
Worried bout nada except my 10s 20s and hunnids
Keepin my checks yeah I want all of it
Beats and flows bitch I did all of it
All by myself and it wasn't my choice
So now my bank is for me to enjoy
Fuck I am mumbling, stutter my ittery
Run with the mob and they run wit artillery
Wrinkle my bills like the skin off of Hillary
My trigga finger has been feelin fidgety
Bitch call me buzz stacking bills to infinity
When yo dumbass gon catch an epiphany
Flawless fluidity, darker ethnicity
Keep yo self out of my proximity
Pimp in my crocs
Blood on my socks
Stepped on the opps
Yeah
Run with mob
Hand on the Glock
Can't hear you talk
Yeah
They gon have your body lined down wit chalk
Fuck you jus say no quiero habla
Motha fuckin AR in my sock
And it came with a holo attached on stock
Pimp in my crocs
Blood on my socks
Stepped on the opps