(Bridge) You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh
(Verse) You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em Bug em, cuff em, never need em, whatever, you can keep em That be him in that BM What yo new BM? Man you can’t see him I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch Come and get yo girl bitch Slime flu, cough on em now they all sick Go 4 door, auto on the process With my wrists on tall man, I’m sportin the Beauvais 2-50 on the watch, make em nervous That’s a triple R, what I’m trippin on M’s it better Like the coupe with the M is better If she cute I tends to get er Small boo, high heel on the boot and the Fendy sweater Chick fly
(Hook x2) You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh
(Verse) I pop with nothing, sharp and stuntin, take G4 flights to London Parties happenin, bottles crackin, then we ride back in Manhattan Every week I’m fashion, got that Kanye passion On that Cartier mansion 200 on the dash and Sliiiiiiiiime! Uh! Ill nigga spittin like that Stop frontin lil nigga, you ain’t like that Pull out the 2, that’s cool, I be right back But you get a call with the dude to get yo wife back Yea, leave every witness You see us all out to eat this heavy business What I seen in the streets you never did this Beef I’m at yo door like I reach, Merry Christmas
(Hook x2) You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh
(Verse) You know I bag em, wrap em, strap em, take em Bring it back, throw it all on the table Can it up and take for what I gave you The other half but part of the label I’m in Miami, just came from our bays Rubber bands, one chain to go angels Might need a home at ranch of Clark Gable Now I fuckin stay in NY You can live both prezzy cus you been fly I walk out, hoe choosy to the M5 Tryna get a flick on me bent with the sick eyes Can’t get enough though What you hustlas getting ain’t enough dough You this hustle spittin, I give a fuck flow Ain’t gotta show her I’m livin, you know I’m up hoe
(Hook x2) You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em cus I don’t fuckin need em I’m a pimp in every sense of the word bitch, better trust and believe uh