PYS lyrics

[Intro]
(You goin' with me, Freddie)

[Chorus]
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes (Light up, n*gga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (Light up, n*gga)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues (Light up, n*gga)
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (Light up, b*tch)
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes (You already know this)
Ride clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't joke

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
b*tch
Pretty boy smile, n*gga breakin' your ho
Pretty boy smile, teeth white like the blow
Presidential wrist, Whitе House full of dope
Freddiе jumpin' off, I got the dog for the low
Freddie jumpin' off, I got the norf for the low
Smokin' the informant, he involved with the po'
n*gga, ten toes down, never call on the flow
Let them other n*ggas cap while we gon' ball on the low
Pimpin' your sl*t, shoot in them guts
Shoot on her face, she gon' lick that sh*t up
Dipped in gold, back on them Vogues
Want a shot of di*k? Then I'm chargin', ho
ATF and DEA I'm dodgin', ho
Still get my Frito Lay regardless ho
Caught up with the work, I ain't call that ho
Lawyer told me they ain't have enough to charge that ho
Pimpin' your sl*t, that pus*y bussin'
Workin' for daddy, two bricks in her luggage
Coke in the carry-on, back in '06
She was whippin' for new Apple Bottoms and Dereon
Mama said, "Don't sell no crack on the telephone"
Tell the police I'm never home
'Cause a n*gga dipped in gold, back on them Vogues
Want a shot of di*k? Then I'm chargin', ho
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope (What you mean?)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (Light up, n*gga)
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes (Light up, n*gga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (Light up, b*tch)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't—
DJ Paul, b*tch

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Whippin' in an all-black Cadillac
Pills up, hoes down, n*gga, four flats
Tryna get money out of me? f*ck that
I'm on the same sh*t, I'm tryna put you on a track
Hard out here for a pimp? No mo'
Will I ever be broke again? n*gga, that's a "No" (No)
Watch that syrup pour in slow-mo
But my drug of choice is that goddamn blow
I'm a pimp, I'm a mack, lookin' for the dollas
Need Trues and Vogues help me pull these models
Had her snatched by the kit, washin' the Impala
Kept a TEC-9, kept Tony in the dolla
Memphis Ten' n*gga, mane, we been on some pimp sh*t
Been on some robbin', been with the bullsh*t
Come around here with the goods, we gon' pull sh*t
n*gga stay strapped, gotta keep me a tool kit
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Keepin' me a tool kit, a full clip
Gary n*gga, we be with the bullsh*t (Yeah)
P. Diddy with the brick, I remix
Insane rabbit gang and Three 6 (Yeah)
Get my ho to set him up, a free brick
Told a n*gga never trust a freak b*tch
I'ma break her off because I keep these b*tches off my nuts
It only take a couple bucks to put you n*ggas in the dust
And I'ma pimp your sl*t

[Chorus]
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope (What you mean?)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (Light up, n*gga)
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes (Light up, n*gga)
Ride clean, smoke your dope (Light up, b*tch)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't—
b*tch
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
Evidence that I'm chargin' hoes (Hell, man)
Pimp them sl*ts, break them hoes
Ride clean, smoke your dope (Hahaha)
Dipped in gold on them Vogues
My pretty boy smile don't joke (Freddie)