Wais P - Gz, Pimps, Hustlers lyrics

[Intro] You can't see? You can't see? You can't see? You f**ing with a P-I-M-P It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters You f**ing with me, You f**ing with a P-I-M-P [Verse 1: Wais P] My CEO's a DJ, my A&R's a dopeboy The rapper is a pimp, got you n***as on my scope, boy Oh boy, the flow's extra Extra clip, Heckler & Koch for the hecklers I thank God for my necklace And thank the streets for giving me the heart, to protect it Any situation I'm met with Handle accordingly, squeeze bullets back to back In a single file line just to keep it orderly This beat ain't just fat, it's morbidly obese Allowing me to speak to the fans I wanna reach My jail n***as, my locked up and make bail n***as My strippers and hoes that drop it to the floor Get ya money baby, who gives a f** if they look at you crazy If they don't love you, I will, you just gotta pay me I know Brooklyn got my back I'm hungry, eating rappers, saying "Feed me more" like I'm Ryback I'm overseas and I ain't pressed to fly back I'm laid up with a Paris chick, extending my trip Life's a coin flip, yea, heads or tails Whichever side it lands on that's how your girl's getting nailed She count the money while the captain set sail I like my vodka over ice, she popping pills and doing rails It never fails - cases of the champagne in garbage pails Me and Stat, back to back, that's playa life is fly as hell [Hook x2] It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers It's for the G's, the pimps, and the hustlers No wannabe's, no D's, or no busters You f**ing with me, You f**ing with a P-I-M-P [Verse 2: Slaine] Anger is luxury Hanging with these dangerous f**s with me Tangled up angel dust puffs, angels' ankles are cuffed to me Gangster and nuts, pranksters and s*uts, painful f**ery Pendulum swinging, cinnamon scented women are stuck to me I f** famous s*uts, c**aine ain't enough for me Deluxe levels of rebels, they all rush to see We came dressed in a tux, devilish s*uts In their blue dresses, girlies push their breasteses up So I guess my message is f**, now I think your estrogen's up I got your neck in my clutch, my touch is like a ecstasy rush I'm erratic and hectic, can't be mad at the reckless fanatical Radical addict with the attitude on Statik Selektah Avenue So crack a brew and have a few drinks and f** who the f** you think is mad at you Tell them this is what we had to do Statik this is what we had to do [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Wais P] f** your pipe dreams, we make it happen for real Slapping b**hes on they a** until the cash she peel I'm on my way up, I see the top, you in my rearview Wiping off my Gucci lenses for a clearer view Dusting off my shoulders, wiping down my crown I'm married to the game, no ring and no gown And no clowns allowed around the illest out ever Drown your car with ba** and let it crack through your leathers My CEO is on the turntables The pimp is at the front of the stage with gold cables I ain't acting my age, I run around wylin' Drinking vodka like a Russian stuck in a asylum Money piling, if not then bullets flying you don't want that I send a ho I broke, she bring my money on the come back Run that, I keep a shark where my one's at Go 'head and reach, you'll bring a nub back The .38 Snub black [Hook x2]