Pymp Tyte - Fat Pat, Fat Pat feat. Pymp Tyte

Pymp Tyte be the shit, nigga fuck the others

When it comes to pimping this game, call us the Parker Brothers

We be stealing niggas hoes, slamming them Cadillac do’s

Putting that snort to my nose, and watch my brain get froze

Smoking Mo’s rolling bowl, and got that lean for sale

Bringing pounds down to church, and watch them hoes go for twelve

My heart’s pimp-facted, pumping that pimping in my veins

Eyes red like that fire, thin like some hair strings

Singing clearer than a c.d., making a weak track right

(I'm Mr. Pymp Style) Tyte Eyez my nigga, that’s why we Pymp Tyte

Bent flows from Louisiana, lay my head down in Texas

No horses just Lexus, fine women with big breastes

Never been a buster, but I bust up competition

Learn to hustle from the best, same game in repetition

Own a lot of hoes, cause I’m a pimp of the click

Broads causes of my temper, known to bomb on a bitch

Smoke my lil' weed, catch a breeze off the water

Southside baller, flipping ki’s like a quarter

Hooked up with franchise, so watch a nigga take flight

With nan leak in the game, cause we mob Pymp Tyte

(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)

Knock on wood twice, for the dranks dim the lights

(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)

Pymp Tyte’s getting it crunk tonight, whaaat

Now I recall when I was small, being played like a wimp

It just took a little time, for me to feel the pimp

In my bones grip my tone, them hollow tips get hot

And I’ll bet none of y’all niggas, try that shit right now

Feeling so tight bout to take flight, in my drop candy Coupe

Niggas get nervous in my presence, cause I’m known to shoot

Your blood be soaking, for thinking I’m joking like Richard Pryor

Fucking with me, you’d rather wipe your ass with barbwire

I got them birds chirping from niggas working, best believe I ain’t hurting

If they fuck with my stash, I’m splitting wigs like a surgeon

Hit the switch in my shit, watch me jump like a trekker

Gotta gloss till I get these diamonds, sparkling like reflectors

I know a bitch in Lamar, and his name is

Suck so much dick, till his lips get swollen

Dribbling balls in your jaws, not on the court you ain’t hooping

Now 25 wanna stay alive, better stick to them bricks you be shooting

Creased down from head to toe, step in Marabous

Nigga don’t even know me, tal’n bout he wanna throw

You don’t want none of me, boy I roll with a mob

I got niggas on my team, that just fiend to squab

Smoking pounds snorting lines, fucking minds I’m so scandalous

Leave the balling to the pro’s, and work more on your rock handle this

Stacking cream in my safe, frequent trips to Bahammas

Got a bitch from Louisiana, looking like Pochahantas

Pimp virus in my blood, my click is sick like the flu

Making your bitch treat me special, like a St. Ides brew

When they call us big pimp shit, they labeled us right

Bitches shaking they money maker, keeping my game Pymp Tyte

(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)

Knock on wood twice, for the dranks dim the lights

(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)

Pymp Tyte’s getting it crunk tonight, whaaat

(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)

Knock on wood twice, for the dranks dim the lights

(Pymp Tyte, Pymp Tyte)

Pymp Tyte’s getting it crunk tonight, whaaat

Pymp Tyte