Testo Big Shrimp

Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
Lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Uh, with a limp, limp
Yeah, uh, yeah

Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my credit card on your baby (Ching Ching) Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit
I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch
Blue note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist
Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit
I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this bitch, bitch
So my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that's a fifth, fifth
Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch)
Roll Gelato and pronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch
Her legs don't work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
Acid in the fridge, shit, baby, I may be wildin'
My diamonds hit like Chris, stay fly-y-y-y
That triple 6, 6, 6, figures, big chips
I'm always like Martin, and keep talkin' darling, you the shit, shit

All this gas I'm goin' All this loud I'm blowin'
All these bitches showin'
All these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire
This shite arrive
I need that bitch with thighs
Her pussy sweet as pie
You gone off my parkin' lot
I’m back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she like to party
This zip, this ain't no molly
No, this zip, this ain't no molly
No, the, yeah, yeah

Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip
Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' with my mistress
I'm the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit
Purple drink and lean ain't the same, they say that shit is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that's a plot twist
Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
I don't have them diamonds but I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch
When you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit
I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit
Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit
I know it's been a long time comin', we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch

Call me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks
This sherm and gelato smell like the best bitch
Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my prime
Open your mind, only a day, one day at a time
Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now
Count it up, slap a what? Get the bucks, don't stop now
This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin
I move the base like a forklift, it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses

All this gas I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin'
All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
You callin' my dawg a liar, I’m back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, woah, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Um, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
Woah, woah