Play me some of that Suicide Pimpin man I'm feelin' like Swanky Made it to 30 without my neck perky My n***a's holdin' a 30 that got his legs shakin' Meanwhile his girl in the room with my bitch Yeah, so let's call it the third When it come to that, I like the third My heels and eyes in the smirk My girl's got those and got the shirt Keep it up, all these third days Gon' count back before third day Another day, we set up our nose and it's still early Don't you worry, I'm always in a hurry So I copped a phone call Slidin' round town till I got a pull-up to the corner Another week, now I'm feelin' sort of good Nothin' new, one of the chosen few Espresso girl give him some room Espresso girl didn't assume Maybe it's best if I end on a tune Unless he is ready to get on the tune You be such a bomb, but it make you look good Trump in the front, yeah, that's my son leather hood Talkin' n***a, man, I wish I really would Talkin' n***a, man, I wish I really would