[Intro: 211]
If you didn't know, bitch

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Money mo, money mo, n***as on the track with dope
I was only fourteen, slangin' on some dial soap
Tryna break a junkie bitch and then I get my dick sucked
Why you runnin', you cocksucker? Bitch, my pockets swoled up
I was into gamblin', n***a hit the concrete
When I knock the socks off, you can talk your ass off
My step daddy Darrell taught me how to play broad
And how to cut game, like a motherfuckin' chainsaw
Mane, I hate the police, lawyers got me sowed up
Now every time you see them crooked bitches, fire that thang up
Ghetto ass n***a, from a ghetto ass neighborhood
I'm ready to kill, stеal, trill n***a, I ain't got no love
Stressin' all that bullshit, that trick I'm playin, ho, front, I buck 'em down
Hе's in my trunk, stankin' like a skunk
This is from experience, I sacrificed my life to the streets, yeah, n***a
Fuck peace

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
Slick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch
[Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
Ah, yeah, this shit is like this right here
For all y'all sissy ass n***as
If you didn't know, bitch
You think you wanna get some?
This shit is too thick, buster ass, n***a
Fuck peace
Yeah, bitch, I'm finna take care of my business
If you didn't know, bitch
What's up to my n***a 211
You know what I'm sayin'
'Cause my n***a gangbang on any kinda thing
Know what I'm sayin'
It's like this, ho-ass n***a

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I woke up in the mornin', smokin' breakfast got me dazed
I threw on my Khaki shirt, OG style, baby doo-doo braids
I'm plottin' on these sissy sucker, they run they grip constantly
My road-dog Lil' John strapped with "M", for one, we faithful to the streets
Because I grew up with no shit up in my frigerator
Sometime I hustle from the circle, put food on my table
I'm down to die on my time, it was for me I own, you talkin' gankin'?
Adiós, partner, show you wrong
I'm full of alcohol but tryna make my pockets swole
In fact, I'm slangin', stangin', gankin', when I'm on the stroll
Ey, yo, I'm only down with n***as that I hang with
Bizzat to they high fade, ain't meant for no robbin'
Yo, fizzact, persizzonally, they say I'm insizzane
And I ain't thinkin' bout no lawyer, see my sack's fat
Smokin on some trizznue, blowin a gun, it izznew
My bank on swole, n***a, 'cause I'm livin' by the tone
Fuck peace, my '98 is '93 with hammers on, biatch
[Chorus: Skinny Pimp & 211]
Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
Slick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
If you didn't know, bitch

[Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
Ah, yeah, y'all know what motherfuckin' time it is
All the real motherfuckin' killers, proud of they self
Like me, know what I'm sayin'
If you didn't know, bitch
Any kinda ana' I got with a bitch ass n***a, mane
I told y'all, I'ma take care of it, bitch
So step on up
If you didn't know, bitch
Be the next contestant to the morgue, ho