[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more but, hit me with some more but, hit me with some-
Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Glock in my drawls, Glock in my drawls, Glock in my-
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some
Hit mе with some more but you don't hear mе, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls, Glock in my drawls, Glock in my-
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some, hit me with some
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Rollin' Triple Six Mafia, gin and juice we cockin' the
Twelve when the anna strikes, dynamite, good nighty night
North Memphis n***as packin' tones, busters step to me, it's on
Shoot on a trick when I'm thick, slick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
Fulla' that hay, Pimps don't play, ho, I'm on that fuckin' Bomb
N***as don't fuck with the Mack, 'cause I blast seventeen shot clips at yo' ass
I'm holdin', while n***as I'm foldin' upon them hundreds of dollars
I'm makin' 'em holler, them bitches swallow the gauge, if I'm not paid
That means I make no money, no, it ain't funny
That means I blaze the barrel, the buckshots scatter
I watch it splatter yo' guts, jump over the fence and hit the cut, bitch
[Bridge: 211]
You better ask *Bop, bop* you buster
Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya'll
You better ask *Bop, bop* buster
Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya'll

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Suckers I be-suckers I be
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be-Suckers I be scopin', suckers I be scopin', suckers I be
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin', that they can suicide

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Now I be on the track, with my fuckin' pistol over by the tree stump
Smokin' up the skunk, I track, then jump, their pockets, got them off
Runnin' n***as yards and sell bail, gin and juice been boomin'
Comin' up short, feed them junkies, stomp' em
Uhm, Lil Gin shootin' in the face
Steppin' up with their Ho-shit, bullets in yo' head
Then I gettin' away, ballin' clean, bumpin' Heineken
Consider me crooked as fuck, I'm slick as hell, bitches run your mouth
I just put a hit on you, livin' still at your mama's house
Killers don't be braggin', just be scratchin' n***as off the hit-list quick
That's my barrel, put down your gun, sucker I bomb, bitch
Hurt Village, out of the Scutterfield, Ridgegrove
Blackhaven n***as I talk to
Westwood, South Memphis killer, see many n***as in the river, fool
[Outro: 211]
Step up, n***a, we kill at will
Take a blow to the skull, we headcutters don't kill with the Glock .17 S-H-O-T
If you didn't know bitch, you better ask somebody