Style A Pimp Lyrics

How you gon style a pimp

Fuck around and you gon see

Gettin lit when you call me

Dripped in my shiny shit

Tuxedo on a Jordan 8

Homie how you gon style me

How you gon style a pimp

Come fuck around and you gon see

Gettin lit when you call me

Dripped in my shiny shit

Tuxedo on a Jordan 8

Homie how you gon style me

1040 Niggas don't fuck witchu

Fuck a stereotype these Niggas don't rock witchu

Keep your distance I ain't tryna be friends witchu

Take your picture I ain't tryna smile witchu

I got my problems that I deal with

You said what you said Nigga

What the hell was wrong witchu

We used to slide on opps

Get in the van with tints on they couldn't see us

You left me behind it's like you hit the gas

Nigga

I had plans but I can believe you broke us

Through the storm we seen the exit

Man you fucked up

I'm strapped up

You jerked up

Big homie you messed up

Fuck a leprechaun ima build my own fairy

And get pimped up

This side we blind we don't see nobody

Quick to slide on yo opps when you call on me

Now I guess it's your heart you tryna keep

Niggas so fruity they be looping

Teacher said I wouldn't make it

Now who's stackin

How you gon style a pimp

Fuck around and you gon see

Gettin lit when you call me

Dripped in my shiny shit

Tuxedo on a Jordan 8

Homie how you gon style me

How you gon style a pimp

Fuck around and you gon see

Gettin lit when you call me

Dripped in my shiny shit

Tuxedo on a Jordan 8

Homie how you gon style me

Dear Lord

Help me help you help me

Been on the streets and things getting scary

Life can't go straight if the road look curvy

Jie your eye if you no Dey want beef

Nsɛm pii na meka how you gon see

Me pem mebo na mekasa

Meyɛ asanteman abakan

Adwenkɛseɛ na yɛde nante ɛnyɛ kasa

Atanfo ɛnyɛ Nyame ɛnyɛ Saa anka madaamu

Maame mpaebo nti na meda so seimu

Y3gyina mu

Sɛ megyina sum mu mpo megye meho di

Sɛ mensɛe da o

Atanfo no cmpae bi o

We down the block playing cellos

Kasa de3 3y3 carbon dioxide

Homie get a life

I don't got a ride or die

But you switched up

You said you turnt up

Was keeping an eye on you

But you blacked up

1942 Casamigos

We gon drink up

Far from being boozed up

Give me a shot that turn me up

We came from riding a scooter

Me and your shawty we booed up

I see your face and I throw up

Performing Kama sutra

Give me two years I'ma blow up

Plus a one if I slow down

Back in the night club we turn up

Me and homies we mad op

Pimped Like I'm Kat Williams

Homie we make billions

They said I'm a player cos I don't got feelings

Oh my days

Ride in an i8

I be counting my days

Dream bigger than an a fuckin V8

Bless that

Why hate

How you gon style a pimp

Fuck around and you gon see

Gettin lit when you call me

Dripped in my shiny shit

Tuxedo on a Jordan 8

Homie how you gon style me

How you gon style a pimp

Fuck around and you gon see

Gettin lit when you call me

Dripped in my shiny shit

Tuxedo on a Jordan 8

Homie how you gon style me