Uploaded June 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
Instagram: @e.x.t.c
Lyrics:
Tied, they dead, flies everywhere
Y'all know that, it's Lil Kodak, ay, you play, you lay
Ain't no punk in me
Ain't no punk in me but I be pulling out strap
Like I'm a dyke, or something
I be pullin' out straps on these fuck nibbas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you nibbas can't fuck with me
If a nibba says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
I was in A5, me and Pac hittin' it
I been out six months, made four million
Slidin' in a '64, windows tinted
Nibba had to get low, them boys start hittin'
Fuck around, hit the lil' hoe with no jimmy
If a nibba say go, better go kill him
Said that Lil' Zo he cut throat with no feelings
Mama watch her lil' boy turn to a menace
I don't care, I go fed, get a life sentence
I want everybody dead, nibba no limit
I don't shake nibbas' hands, 'cause I ain't friendly
When I pull up to the crib, have no panties
I been leanin' to the right, like I'm on Xannies
I been thuggin' all my life, I ain't romantic
When I whip out the 4-5, don't panic
When I whip out the 4-5, don't panic
I be pullin' out straps on these fuck nibbas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you nibbas can't fuck with me
If a nibba says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
New AP, flood, water on my butt like a tub
I got my lil' gun in the club
Don't worry about me, I'm a thug
You a kill a street nibba, get a dime
If you kill a rap nibba, get a dub
Big chain on my neck, don't budge
Fuckin' DeJ Loaf like a stud
I swapped out the mic for the gun
I swapped out the ice for the mud
I swapped out the spice for the bud
Fuckin' on a dyke, I'm in love
I'm fuckin' with a dyke, she the one
Kodak don't show no remorse
I be automatic tryin' get a nibba touched
Kodak on tour, with his boys
Say they got a whole gun store on the bus
Missy Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski
I beatbox a nibba like the music
I'm thuggin' in my Reebok, I never need Gucci
I don't even see the confusion
I'm fuckin' Young M.A., long as she got a coochie
Say she got the strap and the toolie
Say she put the crack in her booty
I be pullin' out straps on these fuck nibbas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you nibbas can't fuck with me
If a nibba says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Instagram: @e.x.t.c
Lyrics:
Tied, they dead, flies everywhere
Y'all know that, it's Lil Kodak, ay, you play, you lay
Ain't no punk in me
Ain't no punk in me but I be pulling out strap
Like I'm a dyke, or something
I be pullin' out straps on these fuck nibbas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you nibbas can't fuck with me
If a nibba says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
I was in A5, me and Pac hittin' it
I been out six months, made four million
Slidin' in a '64, windows tinted
Nibba had to get low, them boys start hittin'
Fuck around, hit the lil' hoe with no jimmy
If a nibba say go, better go kill him
Said that Lil' Zo he cut throat with no feelings
Mama watch her lil' boy turn to a menace
I don't care, I go fed, get a life sentence
I want everybody dead, nibba no limit
I don't shake nibbas' hands, 'cause I ain't friendly
When I pull up to the crib, have no panties
I been leanin' to the right, like I'm on Xannies
I been thuggin' all my life, I ain't romantic
When I whip out the 4-5, don't panic
When I whip out the 4-5, don't panic
I be pullin' out straps on these fuck nibbas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you nibbas can't fuck with me
If a nibba says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
New AP, flood, water on my butt like a tub
I got my lil' gun in the club
Don't worry about me, I'm a thug
You a kill a street nibba, get a dime
If you kill a rap nibba, get a dub
Big chain on my neck, don't budge
Fuckin' DeJ Loaf like a stud
I swapped out the mic for the gun
I swapped out the ice for the mud
I swapped out the spice for the bud
Fuckin' on a dyke, I'm in love
I'm fuckin' with a dyke, she the one
Kodak don't show no remorse
I be automatic tryin' get a nibba touched
Kodak on tour, with his boys
Say they got a whole gun store on the bus
Missy Elliott, come and sex me
Hoppin' off a jet, to a cheque, to a jet-ski
I beatbox a nibba like the music
I'm thuggin' in my Reebok, I never need Gucci
I don't even see the confusion
I'm fuckin' Young M.A., long as she got a coochie
Say she got the strap and the toolie
Say she put the crack in her booty
I be pullin' out straps on these fuck nibbas
I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches
Like a dyke man, you nibbas can't fuck with me
If a nibba says it's up, then it's stuck with me
What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
Ay, what's the principle? Pimpin' ain't easy
I'm invincible, nibbas can't beat me
