[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more but-, hit me with some more but—
Hit me with some—
Glock-Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin' that they can suicide
Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my—
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some—
Hit mе with some more but you don't hear mе, so I split your wig
Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my drawls-, Glock in my—
Glock in my drawls, as I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some—
Hit me with some more but you don't hear me, so I split your wig

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Rollin' Triple Six Mafia, gin and juice we cockin' the
Twelve when the ana' strikes, dynamite, good nighty-night
North Memphis n***as packin' tones, busters step to me, it's on
Shoot on a trick when I'm thick, slick ain't got no sorrow, bitch
Full of that hay, Pimps don't play, ho, I'm on that fuckin' Bomb
N***as don't fuck with the Mack 'cause I blast seventeen shot clip at your ass
[Verse 2: Lil Gin]
I'm holdin', while n***as I'm foldin', upon them hundreds
Of dollars, I'm makin' 'em holler
Them bitches swallow
The gauge, if I'm not paid, that means I make
No money, no, it ain't funny, that means I blaze
The barrel, the buckshots scatter
I watch it splatter
Your guts, jump over the fence and hit the cut, bitch

[Bridge: 211]
You better ask, bop, bop, you buster
Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya
You better ask, bop, bop, buster
Buckshots come to the chest, we rush ya

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Suckers I be-, suckers I be—
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin' that they can suicide
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin' that they can suicide
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be-, suckers I be scopin'—
Suckers I be scopin'-, suckers I be—
Skinny Pimp, Gangster limp, any rap you try to throw
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin' that they can suicide
Suckers I be scopin' they be hopin' that they can suicide
[Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin]
Now I be on the track, with my fuckin' pistol over by the tree stump
Smokin' up the skunk, I track, then jump, their pockets, got them off
Runnin' n***as yards and sell bail, gin and juice been boomin'
Comin' up short, feed them junkies, stomp' em
Uhm, Lil' Gin shootin' in the face
Steppin' up with their ho-shit, bullets in your head
Then I get in the wind, ballin' clean, bumpin' Heineken
Consider me crooked as fuck, I'm slick as hell, bitches run your mouth
I just put a hit on you, livin' still at your mama's house
Killers don't be braggin', just be scratchin' n***as off the hit-list quick
That's my barrel, put down your gun, sucker, I bomb, bitch
Hurt Village, Hollywood, Scutterfield, Ridgegrove, Blackhaven n***as I talk to
Westwood, South Memphis killer, see many n***as in the river, fool

[Outro: 211]
Step up, n***a, we kill at will
Take a blow to the skull, we headcutters don't kill
With the Glock 17 S-H-O-T
If you didn't know bitch, you better ask somebody