Big Pimpin' - Jimmy wopo

I’m big pimpin' right now nigga

I’m big pimpin' right now, where that lean at?

Where that lean at?

Pass, me that lean?

It’s Woponese, you know what that mean, what I mean, big pimpin' nigga

Listen to me nigga

Listen to me

Hear me out

One, thirteen, nine-seven when they made a legend

Oh shit he got that chopper, its a one eighty seven

About to blow up on that opps, since the nine eleven

And I’m always on my grind, in the line for seconds

Bitch I do the crime because my lawyer aggressive

Oh and these turned your livers into simple possessions

Ten racks on some straps just for extra protection

Level six on my chest shit I gotta invest in 'em

Cause I done torch niggas down when they toting they weapon

Pull, pull up on a nigga, I ain’t ask him no questions

He get a rep from the Tec about some shit he was repping

Catch him in a lobby trying to get to the exit

Walk up on a nigga and I ask for directions

Soon as he looked to left, hit his ass with the FN

Give me the price if it’s right, then his life I’m finessing

Speaking of finessing I finessed the connection

Because he was coming through collecting but I wasn’t progressing

I watch my daughter with the carbon, say I’m overprotective

Cruising down Elm Street with my AR-15

No you don’t want Jimmy Wop to pop up in your dream

I’m a fucking grave digger and a codeine fiend

I got the sack on these bitches counting Mean Joe Green

Drop kick from the chick, bitch don’t step in in the ring

Smiles goofy like he six but a vet with the beam

B-Boolin in the jets got a Tec with the string

I’ll leave that ass Red Bull, you gonna definitely get wings

I’m on your head, on that bread like some sesame seeds

RIP JD and nigga free Ja weez

You can’t bob and weave these 223's

Swear money Mayweather couldn’t even box these

They kick and flip, nigga these Jet Li’s

I let 'em fly like butterfly, sting like bees

I got a mission and feeding Grandma B

She wanna do it off the percs, told me bring LGs

They saying Wop about to blow, nigga who you gonna feed?

Nigga my momma and my daughter and my boy Taylor

But wait, nigga hold that, Imma fuck the whole trap

Whole lane boys nigga Imma flood the whole rack

New niggas whack they ain’t hotter than my old raps

Niggas think they doing something busting on my old snaps

Fucking all my old hoes, toting all my old straps

Imma have a couple mill still pimpin' shootin' craps

Player I ain’t preaching to you, nigga I’m just stating facts

You ain’t got that paperwork then you can’t say he a rat

I remember way back, eating hot and cold packs

Used to hit the corner store, steal chips and fruit snacks

Be the same nigga from the clubhouse, turn Mickey Mouse

Soon as I see a square round, I just kick him out

Everywhere I go I got a nigga with that chickie out

Treetop piru nigga check my fucking body count

Lane, lane

(Treetop piru nigga check my fucking body count)

Big pimpin'

(Big pimpin' right now)

Woponese

Pimpin right now

(Bullet in my cup and another in my gun)