Lyrics Kimbo - Mak11

Walk in with a mop might get poled
Hopping in a drop like Jim Jones
Stocking up the guap bet I been broke
Now I want some rocks on my watch like The Flintstones
Imma count up knots til my kids old
Got a pound of pot to my zip code
Not about to stop bitch I'm ten toes
Knocking out an opp on the spot like I'm Kimbo

Chopper send shots make 'em limbo
Watch for red dots at the window
Dodging them thots they some bimbos
Say the block getting hot it ain't been cold
Got it out the fog saying bingo
Y'all do not talk the same lingo
Squad be on top the gang kings hoe
Making profit with my dogs ain't no dingos
They wan' know how I got all of my info
Stalking me they walking on they tip toes
Call the plug for product on a flip phone
Audemar the watch I want it mixed tones
Stomping on an opp with my insoles
Watch out for the mob if we get close
If you not up on your job get your shit smoked
I ain't rocking with no frauds just my kinfolk

Walk in with a mop might get poled
Hopping in a drop like Jim Jones
Stocking up the guap bet I been broke
Now I want some rocks on my watch like The Flintstones
Imma count up knots til my kids old
Got a pound of pot to my zip code
Not about to stop bitch I'm ten toes
Knocking out an opp on the spot like I'm Kimbo

Kimbo, you don't do very much fearing of men, right?
There aren't very many situations that you find yourself in
When you're, you're fearing another human being
You know what Dan, to be honest with you man
That's one thing, I could honestly say
You know what I'm saying
That I do not have a fear of
And that's of another man
You know what I'm saying, because we're both men
You know and um, I have no reason to fear another man
You know I'm saying I'm the, the start and the finish
Of any situation dealing with myself

Walk in with a mop might get poled
Hopping in a drop like Jim Jones
Stocking up the guap bet I been broke
Now I want some rocks on my watch like The Flintstones
Imma count up knots til my kids old
Got a pound of pot to my zip code
Not about to stop bitch I'm ten toes
Knocking out an opp on the spot like I'm Kimbo

All these dudes mad when I insult
Got em' looking sad, boy they dismal
Shawty you get smashed like a cymbal
Cop a few bags get 'em kindled
Cop a coupe Jag off of impulse
Lot of new swag all the fits, yuh
Want be too paid fuck my wrist up
All my crew bang like a pistol
Saddam Hussein with the missiles
A lot of you made for dismissal
You not in the game blow the whistle
I'm hot like the flame off the griddle
Got pot by the strain it's medicinal, aye
They flocking for fame but it's fictional
Drop in my drank imma sip a lil'
Always I'm staying original
Dollars I crave like a criminal
Water my chain I want minerals

Walk in with a mop might get poled
Hopping in a drop like Jim Jones
Stocking up the guap bet I been broke
Now I want some rocks on my watch like The Flintstones
Imma count up knots til my kids old
Got a pound of pot to my zip code
Not about to stop bitch I'm ten toes
Knocking out an opp on the spot like I'm Kimbo

You know what I'm saying, so to fear another man to me
Is to, to be the weakest nigga in the world, you feel me
You know and um, just, you know, with that in mind
To know I'm getting ready for a fight
I mean, that's one thing I would never
Would never really even, you know, come across my mind
Is the fear of this guy, or his skills, or his ability
You know, the way it would come off to other people
Oh he's, he's this and he's that, I don't give a damn what he is
He gotta get in there with me and we gotta do this here
You know so, I mean it's, the only thing that can happen
Is that I knock him out or he knock me out
I break something on him, or he break something on me
A nigga heal back, we start from scratch, and we go again