I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand (wand)
But I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds
I don't have to use a gun, even make the ho cum
If a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
While you shakin' that ass in the shake junt (junt)
I be sittin' in the back rollin' big blunt (blunts)
Let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga will hunt
'Cause players like me don't see nothing funny (church)
Bitch better have my motherfuckin' money (church)
Black eyes and bruisin' up her face I done done it (church)
To let her know these bonified pimps who run it (church)
She make a G a night, but she told me two-hundred (church)
But that's what I get fuckin' wit' a snow bunny (church)
I told her like, "This ain't that nigga you be connin'" (church)
Police found the body that very next morning
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Smoking on the dro, Young JR Ewing
Pimpin' for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin'
Bitch, I got to do what the fuck I got to do
Sippin', pop pills, smoke good, and bang Screw
Fuck them pussy niggas acting all brand new
When they get some money that's what fuck boys do
I ride in the south, get high in the south
Grip on the grain and get plenty good mouth
From them dick suckin' hoes with a mouth full of gold
She playin' with her nose but she suck a mean pole
I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch
Is down for her daddy ain't scared to break a trick
A yellow ass, switchin' fast, suckin' while I'm pressin' the gas
In the six, breakin' bricks, ballin' in the fucking mix
Pimp C, bitch you can't act like you don't know
Get down on your knees like a top notch ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue with the head
Kind that have a young nigga sprung out in the bed
Kind that make a motherfuckers toes curl to his legs
And that tell any motherfucker just what she did
Playa, can you dig, I shall stroke the esophagus
She can be a stick or big ass hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money makin' bitch breaker
Purse taker, find me a good worker like a navigator
Drop the slut on the corner with nothing but baby wipes
Keep that pussy clean and I'mma see you later on tonight
'Cause first I went and got the ho, then I started to work the ho
Off the whammy got a Grammy, just the way she brought me dough
Then she went and brought some more along with a block of 'yo
Keep your boy dro, blunt, and some drank waitin' at the door
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the hoe
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the hoe
Reach back, reach back, reach back, reach back
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the hoe
Reach back, reach back, reach back, reach back
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Now I ain't Don Juan with the magic wand (wand)
But I can break a bitch for the cheese and the funds
I don't have to use a gun, even make the ho cum
If a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond
While you shakin' that ass in the shake junt (junt)
I be sittin' in the back rollin' big blunt (blunts)
Let me know when you off to collect my money
If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga will hunt
'Cause players like me don't see nothing funny (church)
Bitch better have my motherfuckin' money (church)
Black eyes and bruisin' up her face I done done it (church)
To let her know these bonified pimps who run it (church)
She make a G a night, but she told me two-hundred (church)
But that's what I get fuckin' wit' a snow bunny (church)
I told her like, "This ain't that nigga you be connin'" (church)
Police found the body that very next morning
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Smoking on the dro, Young JR Ewing
Pimpin' for my paper and I'm looking for the chewin'
Bitch, I got to do what the fuck I got to do
Sippin', pop pills, smoke good, and bang Screw
Fuck them pussy niggas acting all brand new
When they get some money that's what fuck boys do
I ride in the south, get high in the south
Grip on the grain and get plenty good mouth
From them dick suckin' hoes with a mouth full of gold
She playin' with her nose but she suck a mean pole
I can't even lie like a ghetto ass bitch
Is down for her daddy ain't scared to break a trick
A yellow ass, switchin' fast, suckin' while I'm pressin' the gas
In the six, breakin' bricks, ballin' in the fucking mix
Pimp C, bitch you can't act like you don't know
Get down on your knees like a top notch ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue with the head
Kind that have a young nigga sprung out in the bed
Kind that make a motherfuckers toes curl to his legs
And that tell any motherfucker just what she did
Playa, can you dig, I shall stroke the esophagus
She can be a stick or big ass hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money makin' bitch breaker
Purse taker, find me a good worker like a navigator
Drop the slut on the corner with nothing but baby wipes
Keep that pussy clean and I'mma see you later on tonight
'Cause first I went and got the ho, then I started to work the ho
Off the whammy got a Grammy, just the way she brought me dough
Then she went and brought some more along with a block of 'yo
Keep your boy dro, blunt, and some drank waitin' at the door
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the hoe
Gator boots and the suits is the clothes (like a pimp)
Keep the money not folded, in a roll (like a pimp)
When I see you, bitch, you better have my dough (like a pimp)
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the hoe
Reach back, reach back, reach back, reach back
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the hoe
Reach back, reach back, reach back, reach back
Reach back (like a pimp), slap the ho
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Like a Pimp [Remix] Lyrics as written by Chad Butler Bernard Freeman
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