Pimp Arrest - Roc Marciano

I’m like Jimmy Fly, exemplify

We don’t wear Denim & Supply

South for the winter, keep the benz to drive

The spots solidified

There’s no lid on the ride

I rhyme and pimp on the side

Steak with the shrimp on the side

You can’t just play the fence, pick a side

I came through with a stake, this ain’t for shiskabobs

Get shot and left somewhere in Wichita

Sly helped me to get inside the rib without having to try, I picked the lock

I plant your murder

My hands on the burner

Sprayed your top earners your sternum is lookin' like hamburlgar, further

Knocked off your workers, bullet holes in your furniture

My bitch body got Ferrari curvature

Hoppin out of Germans David Yurman furs

We skin these motherfuckers, what they be yearning for

Drum on the Tommy Gun is circular

I’m speakin in codes

You need interpreters to have work with us

You see what I’m working with

I’m like Frank Ward

Ya’ll pay for whores

I cop Roly’s and turtlenecks

Fled to the West, we had turbulence on the jet

We could never be neck in neck

My neck look like Quebec

Put some pep in your step

A Corvette is just a Chevrolet

No disrespect, we just a different mesh

My bitch get fresh in fishnets to get the checks

I’m just here for the chips, forget the rest

I grind so hard for the M’s I forget to rest

My breath is winterfresh

I put your bitches under pimp arrest

I put your bitches under pimp arrest

Motherfuckers

Bum ass niggas

I put pimp cases on all you motherfuckers

Straight up

Pay your tithes, nigga

Diamond studded Tom Fords, Bottles of

Olive oil colored horses is spoils of wars

Ten bricks of raw under the floorboard

My nigga check the scoreboard

I’m official across the board

We headin toward the morgue

I fled to Ecuador

?Whore I might have you beck and call?

My nigga life’s like a deck of cards

I dress the way I like my cheddar;

sharp

Used to rob niggas for leathers

With the homies up in his mama’s Skylark

You find your body parts in New Hyde Park

I’m grown, you an old fart

You not cut from my cloth

This is culture shock

Cut the Lambo, Testarosta top

Yeah, pie, stove top

?Own stocks in baking soda?, stop (stop it)

Take over blocks rapper hold my cock

-ing new Glocks on the road/low for cops

No road blocks

Ride out til the motor stop (ping)

Ain’t no love and hip hop

Ain’t no jolly moments

No broke hoes allowed in my domicile

You know my style

No way no how

Ain’t no way around

The fact your lady got the yayo mouth, lock-jawed out, Salvatores in the

courthouse

Spider crawled up the waterspout, I’m out