Big Shrimp

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 ya baby, drip, drip (Cha-ching)

Used to sip, sip till my homie died off that shit

I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch

Blue nose pit, shit, no bitches on my wrist, wrist

She talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit

I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this bitch, bitch

Sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper, that's a flip, flip

Olde English, Hennessy, watch me mix, mix (Drink up, bitch)

Roll Gelato in Fronto, then dickmatize a bitch, bitch

Her legs don't work no more, had her crawlin' out the crib, crib

Acid in the fridge, shit, Avianne be wildin'

My diamonds hit like ****, stay fly-y-y-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 blowin', all this loud I'm blowin'

All these bitches showin', all these **** 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

No, this 'cid, this ain't no molly

No-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip

Pants is Valentino, while kickin' with my mistress

I'm the type of **** smoke a spliff inside a moshpit

Purple drink and lean ain't the same, that shit is toxic

Kirkie made the beat, now you see, now 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 chipped, chipped

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, peep how I kicks it

This sherbet gelato smell like the best, bitch

Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my prime

Open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time

Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now

Count it up, slab of 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 **** 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

No, this 'cid, this ain't no molly

No-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, whoa, whoa, oh

Yeah, yeah

Um, yeah

Yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah, oh

Whoa, whoa