Kimbo Lyrics

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