Silk sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hit the parkin’ lot, pimp game)
Yeah, yeah, get your hands up
(Hit the parkin’ lot, pimp game)
(Hit the parkin’ lot, pimp game)

[Verse 1]
My gator walk slight limp (Limp), steppin’ out slick
Prolly f*ck her mouth quick (Hey), then get out, b*tch
I’ma bust a slight move (Move), hit a slight groove (Slight groove)
Type smooth, f*ckin’ with the right dude (Go)
Talk that talk (Hey), chickens get bought (Don’t play around)
Get chalked (Huh), b*tches in bulk (Hey)
Get it wholesale (Wholesale), hotels (Hotels)
Top shelf (Hey), pockets on swell (Uh)
I’ma pimp clean (pimp clean), get seen (Uh)
Snap-n-roll steeze (Roll steeze), ho please (Please)
b*tch, I’m Big Mack (Big Mack), don’t get slapped (Uh)
Keep ‘em intact (Intact), that’s big facts (What you say?)
Shoutout all my mommies gettin’ food stamps (Straight finesse)
And your bank account got a few bands (Straight finesse)
Bouncin’ to the ounce in a new trance
Stuntin’ for the summer with your new man

[Chorus]
Maybe I need to take trip, mane (Trip, mane, huh)
Out to California (‘Fornia, hey)
We smokin’ on the finest piff, mane (Piff, mane, huh)
You know you wanna join us (Join us, hey)
I think I’ll end up on here again, mane (Again, mane)
I’ll prolly hit my lil slim thing (My slim thing, hey)
I move a ho like Filmore Slim, mane (Slim, mane, huh)
It’s all about that pimp game (Pimp game)
Hey, now what you say?
[Interlude]
Look, now Rice
I know you be on your smooth sh*t most of the time, man
And that’s cool, bro
But you need to let these hoes know what the f*ck you talk about
You need to turn this motherf*cker up a lil bit, man
Let these n*ggas know what the f*ck you sayin’ for real, man

[Verse 2]
Well, this b*tch, that hoe (Hoe), make her tootsie roll (Roll)
Gettin’ to the guap (Uh huh), I’ma set up shop
Versace loafers (Uh), on your sofa (Mhm hmm)
Pourin’ Perrier (For what?), for the soldiers
Night shiftin’ graveyard (Graveyards), movin’ eight broads (Eight broads)
OG Mackin’ sh*t (Alright), pull your playa card
Troops get the damn loot (Get the loot), let me get em’, shoot (Doo, doo!)
Talkin’ out of place (b*tch), you gon’ get the boot
b*tch, do a summersault (Do a summersault)
Acrobatic pimp makin’ pus*y walk (n*gga, what?)
Droppin’ hella gems, can you f*ckin’ hear? (Can you hear, b*tch?)
Shinin’ on the blade, player of the year

[Chorus]
Maybe I need to take trip, mane (Huh)
Out to California (Hey)
We smokin’ on the finest piff, mane (Huh)
You know you wanna join us (Hey)
I think I’ll end up on here again, mane
I’ll prolly hit my lil slim thing
I move a ho like Filmore Slim, mane (Huh)
It’s all about that pimp game
Hey, now what you say?
[Interlude]
Now, that’s what the f*ck
I’m talkin’ ‘bout right there
That’s what the f*ck I needed right there
That's what these hoes needed in this motherf*cker
Aye man, keep sending shots to the goddamn DJ booth
You know what I'm sayin'? It's the motherf*cking Chateau
It's a night at the goddamn Chateau
It's your boy DJ Mo Green in this motherf*cker
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma keep spinnin', we gon' keep winnin'
These haters gon' keep grinnin', you dig?