Bolide (We Pump Our Own Gas) [feat. Judah & T-Thug]

Italy for a holiday
Fly anywhere
But ride out in a Bolide
Billionaire play toy
Keep the paint in chrome
And the toppy sloppy

Yeah, xxxxxxxx, that how much it cost
For my fuckin' Bugatti, hmm
Shit, Bolide, yeah, Italy for holiday
Fly anywhere, but ride out in a Bolide
I feel like Hugh Hefner, ballin' in my Bolide
Uh, yeah, I told these kids we pump our own damn gas

Dream, beam, vision, reach
We hungrier than all the lions on these streets
Ballin' in a Bolide
Fly anywhere for a holiday
Ride out in a Bolide
Billionaire play toy
Dream, beam, vision, reach
We pump our own damn gas

Ey, ey, ladies and gentlemen
Pardon my language, but I'm just here to make a mess again
My verses ultrasound so deep through the skin like half the means before an abortion
Might just need to abort this sentence
Godamn, gotta change the station, try avoid to mention how suicidal I feel
Like my fuckin' ropes in this fuckin' shit, hmm
Got to hang what I don't
Got some friends, but I won't
Cycle so long in the darkness
Shit, gotta sleep at my friend's cause else I've got nowhere else to sleep tonight, damn
Now I'm out here, hearing my demons again, fighting the angels again
Out and away from these demons again, nigga
Where we ever friends
Brrra, woh, ey
Treat these new demons just like they're friends, ey
Laying in peace, fuckin' tryin' atleast, but they keep circling triangles around my brain
Shit, my eye's looking illuminati, but don't touch me
Shit, we ain't even talking about that no more, end of discussion
Watch this, I fuck with my real nigga's like juggins
Godamn, making these movies with impact that move mountains, woh

But what if you could be a part of third world creative's reality
Skurge your lane, don't doubt me on this shit, motherfuckers don't help me
So it's T-Thug out here, in this bush, shooting brra brra, and your guns don't click, nigga
Out here, with no clicks to hang with
Hahaha, we skurge a lane, nigga
So deep in this bag, nigga
Imma hit this back real quick
Bolide, I need me a holiday
Ey, nigga, no threesomes, what you say, what you say
Hurgh, godamn, might snitch on me, like everyday
Pray to god, he don't see my ways
Pray my real niggas stay the same
Yeah, skurge my lane, one day we gon' draxx them sklounst
Terries, tell them, bathroom is occupied, don't come inside motherfucker
I might just eat you, I'm hunting, and out here, skurging my lane
Watch what you say my friend, what you say friend, T-Thug don't dance

Whole team got one, in black
Bolide, I said
Pump your own damn gas
Keep it in the bag
pump your own damn gas
Keep in the bag



Credits
Writer(s): Tafara Nyatsanza
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