Palmetto pimping on yo hoe
Bitch you know the score
Ain't no pictures with me hoe
Ohhh no
Woah-woah
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
Palmetto pimping on yo hoe
Bitch you know the score
Ain't no pictures with me hoe
Ohhh no
Woah-woah
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
P's up hoes down
Bitch I'm not a clown
Niggas hating pipe down
Don't get bussdown
Me a simp
Hell nah
You got me f*cked up
I'm not paying for the pussy
Bitch you paying me
I learn the game out from my momma
Send a bitch out to a trick
And watch that hoe
Gone bring some dollars
Gotta watch how I'm coming
Cause I know them feds been on us
That cracker don't like that shit
Because I'm pimping out his daughter
(Shit I oughta)
She was f*cking for some beer and cigarettes
That's a damn shame
Fix her up, gave her a camera
Do the damn thing
Word around the underground
They heard I'm running shit
Bitch you forgot
I'm from the branch hoe
I been on this shit
Palmetto pimping on yo hoe
Bitch you know the score
Ain't no pictures with me hoe
Ohhh no
Woah-woah
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(you know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
Palmetto pimping on yo hoe
Bitch you know the score
Ain't no pictures with me hoe
Ohhh no
Woah-woah
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(you know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
Oh no
(Woah)
Captain Save A Hoe
You a simp
Flexing for a bitch
That you couldn't get
Ball cappin
Why you hating dawg
Bitch I'm bout my business
My ambition
It's more than your whip
(You niggas small fries)
Cold slim
Leave em in a bag
Ignorance is bliss
F*ck the fame
Bitch I need a bag
My chick gotta bag
Never asks
All she do is brag
I can f*ck with that
You niggas broke
R.I.P. to Chad
They way you niggas trapping
Better off working a 9 to 5
Oh, you rapping now
Bitch you late
But you f*cking right
Niggas hate me now
There he go call me Kodak hoe
Oh you like the flow
Well here I go
Aiken Country hoe
Westside Rolling hoe
Woah
Palmetto pimping on yo hoe
Bitch you know the score
Ain't no pictures with me hoe
Ohhh no
Woah-woah
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
Palmetto pimping on yo hoe
Bitch you know the score
Ain't no pictures with me hoe
Ohhh no
Woah-woah
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(you know the score, you know the score, you know the score)
(Yeah)
Bitch you know the score
(You know the score, you know the score, you know the score)