Oohie Mack Interlude / Kaleidoscope Pimpin’

[Intro: DJ Oohie Mack] Hey y'all, it’s your boy DJ Oohie Mack Here to make y'all booty clap And I know y'all still here even though it’s pretty late But I got another song to make yo booty shake So instead of sitting there simping How bout you tune in to this kaleidoscope pimpin' Ya heard me? [Interlude: J Ham] Back up on the mic Been spittin up here for so long it's starting to get cozy I didn't come here to take your bitch nigga she just chose me And I know, I know you see me with all these different shorties And I know what you thinking But this player shit is just a lifestyle, you know what I'm drinking [Chorus: J Ham] Bottlеs full of merlot (merlot) No Redd Foxx, no jokеs (no jokes) See red dots on foe (yeah) Just got a bag to blow (Uh) How you know you the goat? (How I know?) Baby I'm fly I'm dope (I'm dope) Too many hoes, like I’m looking through a kaleidoscope Papers full of that dro (That dro) Just left the Gucci store (store) One-thousand head to toe (racks) Got sticks like Seminoles G shit, stick to the code (To the code) We quick flippin these hoes (these hoes) My diamonds glow, like I’m looking through a kaleidoscope [Verse 1: J Ham] R-I-P Pimp C Like a kid's movie, keep it G Drinks on me Hands wrapped all around your shorty obliques She giving me that Wet wet, sand on her feet Think she got me mad Less stress, it’s just my sheets And I'm beating up, till she can't go (Till she can't go) Said if imma go rough, bring a raincoat (raincoat) We pourin up, Malibu mango (What we sippin) All my niggas is tatted up, just like sureños Now pay close, attention Your bitch and my thirty, they both got extensions Don’t worry, I'm sippin dirty, with my pinky up Like TGOD's what I'm reppin (What I'm reppin) I'm steppin like kappas, Columbus short, and One Direction Get the fuck out my section I don't, play nigga when it come to my crew Rep the 6-1-2 Either you with us or against us, nigga my team we don't lose Like Miami in 72 I just say “ready” then we gon move Pull up like Jet Li, drop kick with the chopsticks Nigga I ain't talkin no food [Chorus: J Ham] Bottles full of merlot No Redd Foxx, no jokes (no jokes) See red dots on foe (yeah) Just got a bag to blow How you know you the goat? (How I know?) Baby I'm fly I'm dope (I'm dope) Too many hoes, like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope Papers full of that dro (that dro) Just left the Gucci store (store) One-thousand head to toe (racks) Got sticks like Seminoles G shit, stick to the code (to the code) We quick flippin these hoes (these hoes) My diamonds glow, like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope [Outro: J Ham] Scope scope scope scope scope Like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope Scope scope scope scope scope Like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope Scope scope scope scope scope Like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope Scope scope scope scope scope Like I'm looking through a kaleidoscope