Lyrics Sorry for the Delay - $uicideboy$

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the-, Pimp type-, Pimp type-)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha-)

What the fuck? (Ayy!)
Lil' Scotty in the Masi' go to war like Bush (ha!)
I been running through New Orleans like I'm Reggie Bush (wha?)
Kush lit, it's the pimp from the underground, G
North North out the trench, I keep death around me
Fuck you mean?
It's that fiend
Middle fingers stay up

I got them bitches
They praying up to me like $licky the Devil, or something (ha ha ha!)
Hand of God, direct the mob
To pull up and put an end date on your life
But it don't stop there
We come in and share
The other bullets with the whole second line
(Ay, ay ay)

God damn! I'm a psycho when I'm manic (wha)
God damn! I'm fucking dykes, my dick got magic (yeah)
My doctors deemed me sick as fuck, I guess I'll manage (wha)
Just ice me up when I take that dirt nap with them maggots ($licky!)

(—from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha-)

Yeah (yeah)
Flex my winter garments
Something fine up under my armpit
Just another bitch I harvested
I reap what I sow
All day plowing in the garden
Spread my seed on these hoes, yeah
Oddy got them thotties on they knees, 'bout to choke (choke!)

Southside Shawty put the ice in isolated
All these bitches think I'm lonely
But really I'm fuckin' flaky
All these bitches tryna holla
But their voice is always shakin'
I got a long ass bridge to get across, baby (be patient)
You won't get past these ribs
Make sure my heart don't cave in (no)
Would you really be 'bout it if I wasn't famous? (I'm not!)
Always tryna get my money, I call that Juicy J'ing

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground)

Yeeeah
Swervin' lanes, catchin' plays (skrrrr!)
Stars in the Cullinan, jets finna pull it in (shit)
Hoes in the hangar, scopes on the banger
She need some money, I pay her
I'll see ya later, Ruby the mayor
Scrimmy came 'round with them flavors
Bitches chew us now and later
Beating these bitches like Walker, Texas Ranger (bad shit!)

I flipped me some whips, I flipped me some hoes (yeah, yeah)
You know how that shit go (go!)
I'm out the door with cash for them bows
I ain't even up my pole
These niggas hoes, I won't fold
Can't hold my tongue no more
Let's go chops out lookin' for foes
Wait, watch my story unfold (ye)

Hope I don't get knocked off
Visvim socks off, baby
Suck me 'til she lockjaw
Forgis with the top off, ay (yeah)
My wrist gon' pop off
Molly look like rock salt, ay
My nigga let shots off
We done took his top off, ay (bad shit!)

(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright)
(Pimp type brotha from the underground, G, Skinny-)
(Pimp type brotha from the-, Pimp type-, Pimp type-)