360 Lyrics

Aye, hey there

I'm gonna get some of that drank, Some of that purple drank

Some of that purple ass motherfuckin' Pimp C drank

Who are you?

Hit a nigga block do a 360

Text a nigga bitch 'cause I know she miss me

Miss me with the bullshit, boy don't tempt me

I been sippin' all night, rest in peace to Pimp C

Im a drink 'till I pass out, I get more then tipsy

I be in and I be out, I move like a gypsy

Boy I'm bout to get it jumping up in this bitch like bent knees

I got bad bitches from way out in Texas to Tennessee

Remember me? What I say, when I come to collect

Wear a vest all you want 'cause we aim above the neck

Come talking crazy round my way bet you get bitch slapped

Eating good everyday ain't got no six pack

Looking good, feeling better

Yeah way above the weather

She wanna spend the night, but I don't ever let her

I'm pouring up the Wock baby this ain't no Sangretta

Vegeta Valentino and the V stand for vendetta

I'm just saying, I ain't playing

I be flexing like a weigh-in

I'm locked in no crocheting

I be hunting when I'm preying

With the gang no betraying

Boy you lame you portraying

In my lane where I'm staying

Got the answers dog I'm swaying

Ayee

Air port, Prada bag

What it got?, lots of cash

Triple strip, bucket hat

Spend it all, get to back

Yellow bone, honey comb

Dick long, money long

Sticking to the G code

Forty in my peacoat

Hit a nigga block do a 360

Text a nigga bitch 'cause I know she miss me

Miss me with the bullshit, boy don't tempt me

I been sippin' all night, rest in peace to Pimp C

Okay I'm taking my mask off no Michael Myers massacre

I be running circles round the A like an Acura

I be Pouring purple

Prince, lavender

Boy you cat see me

Mirror, Dracula

Big dog with it know I'm pimping

Bachelor

Shawty ain't shit I'm a flip her

Spatula

I'm give her wood, wood like it's Hickwoy

Oh I think she like me but I think she a simile

She ain't throwing up but I think she sick of me

Long legs she go Amazon no delivery

Bro put the mask back on but we don't trick or treat

Evey time we see you get to spinning like rotisserie

I'm riding by myself, wait, no, the Glock riding with me

I just hit his block and left that shit really apocalypsy

You said you was real, but all that talking just did not convince me

Riding in this new SL, yeah this that 550

Got it out the dirt, that's for sure, boy this not a stimmy

Watch me put in work, car skrt, boy you know I'm himmy

Running to the money every day, I need every penny

When she put that booty in my face, I say, give me, give me

Hit a nigga block do a 360

Text a nigga bitch 'cause I know she miss me

Miss me with the bullshit, boy don't tempt me

I been sippin' all night, rest in peace to Pimp C