Pimp Arrest

[Verse 1] I'm like Jimmy Fly, exemplify We don't wear Denim & Supply South for the winter, keep the benz to drive The spots solidified There's no lid on the ride I rhyme and pimp on the side Steak with the shrimp on the side You can't just play the fence, pick a side I came through with a stick, this ain't for shish-kebabs Get shot and left somewhere in Wichita Sly helped me to get inside the rib without having to try, I picked the lock I plant your murder My hands on the burner Sprayed your top earners your sternum is lookin' like hamburlgar, further Knocked off your workers, bullet holes in your furniture My bitch body got Ferrari curvature Hoppin out of Germans David Yurman furs We skin these motherfuckers, what they be yearning for Drum on the Tommy Gun is circular I'm speakin in codes You need interpreters to have work with us You see what I'm working with I'm like Frank Ward Ya'll pay for whores I cop Roly's and turtlenecks Fled to the West, we had turbulence on the jet We could never be neck in neck My neck look like Quebec Put some pep in your step A Corvette is just a Chevrolet No disrespect, we just a different mesh My bitch get fresh in fishnets to get the checks I'm just here for the chips, forget the rest I grind so hard for the M's I forget to rest My breath is winterfresh I put your bitches under pimp arrest I put your bitches under pimp arrest Motherfuckers Bum ass niggas I put pimp cases on all you motherfuckers Straight up Pay your tithes, nigga [Verse 2] Diamond studded Tom Fords, Bottles of [?] Olive oil colored horses is spoils of wars Ten bricks of raw under the floorboard My nigga check the scoreboard I'm official across the board We headin toward the morgue I fled to Ecuador Whore I might have you beck and call My nigga life's like a deck of cards I dress the way I like my cheddar; sharp Used to rob niggas for leathers With the homies up in his mama's Skylark You find your body parts in New Hyde Park I'm grown, you an old fart You not cut from my cloth This is culture shock Cut the Lambo, Testarosta top Yeah, pie, stove top Own stocks in baking soda, stop (stop it) Take over blocks rapper hold my cock -ing new Glocks on the road/low for cops No road blocks Ride out til the motor stop (ping) Ain't no love and hip hop Ain't no jolly moments ? ? ? No broke hoes allowed in my domicile You know my style No way no how Ain’t no way around The fact your lady got the yayo mouth, lock-jawed out, Salvatores in the courthouse Spider crawled up the waterspout, I'm out