Pump Fake
Bitch nigga show the strap
He ain't shoot it
Pulled the bitch out
Cocked it back
He ain't do it
Style chump
On his face
Boy I knew it
My mind was right there
On the spot
Should've blew it
Old spice
Dirty hands when I rinse
Dark grabber
In my paper
Get the spins
Smoking too good
Can't go back to mids
You pump fake
I make plays like Cam
Bitch off top
I been the man
Stepping like me
They Stevenson's like Lance
Yeah I got haters
Guess you can say I got fans
Wanna put a end to my shit
I got plans
Stupid nigga want war
Get your cake up
You can't go to war with no bread
Better wake up
Beef slide my way
Fuck around
Cook a steak up
My Brothers with the shit
Never break
That shit make us
A black bottom chrome top
Will break her heart
You mommy real close
Pussy nigga
Play your part
Shit get jumping from the start
Get you & bro slumped
Can't tell the holes apart
Mix do si with the cookie
Smoke art
If there ain't money touching
With the moves
Don't start
You feel it in they vibe
It's pretend
Stack your paper up
Stupid boy stack friends
Bitch nigga show the strap
He ain't shoot it
Pulled the bitch out
Cocked it back
He ain't do it
Style chump
On his face
Boy I knew it
My mind was right there
On the spot
Should've blew it
Old spice
Dirty hands when I rinse
Dark grabber
In my paper
Get the spins
Smoking too good
Can't go back to mids
You pump fake
I make plays like Cam
Chain smoking on gas
Bitch I'm kicking it
Brodie leave bruises on the pot
Boy be whipping it
If need it come & find us
We shipping shit
Old foreign
Doors dented
Put a boujie bitch in it
Keep a poker
In this satchel
Stay the fuck from round me
Thirty picks on bro hip
Two rounds
Drafting with a Glock
Pinned location
On my bitch
But she won't ever find me
Got my reasons
Tie me down she won't
I'm thinking other knots
Pretty white toe
Money growing
Keep me focused
Pussy talking
On the net
He don't show shit
Mudd walk like a four
It's the smoke bitch
You don't act tough
Unless your bros 'round
I noticed
If you static with me
Must be broke kid
Fuckin BMs other niggas love
Bro that's yo kid
He ain't ever feel the pressure
I can show him
I don't give a fuck about his life
I don't know him
Bitch nigga show the strap
He ain't shoot it
Pulled the bitch out
Cocked it back
He ain't do it
Style chump
On his face
Boy I knew it
My mind was right there
On the spot
Should've blew it
Old spice
Dirty hands when I rinse
Dark grabber
In my paper
Get the spins
Smoking too good
Can't go back to mids
You pump fake
I make plays like Cam
He ain't shoot it
Pulled the bitch out
Cocked it back
He ain't do it
Style chump
On his face
Boy I knew it
My mind was right there
On the spot
Should've blew it
Old spice
Dirty hands when I rinse
Dark grabber
In my paper
Get the spins
Smoking too good
Can't go back to mids
You pump fake
I make plays like Cam
Bitch off top
I been the man
Stepping like me
They Stevenson's like Lance
Yeah I got haters
Guess you can say I got fans
Wanna put a end to my shit
I got plans
Stupid nigga want war
Get your cake up
You can't go to war with no bread
Better wake up
Beef slide my way
Fuck around
Cook a steak up
My Brothers with the shit
Never break
That shit make us
A black bottom chrome top
Will break her heart
You mommy real close
Pussy nigga
Play your part
Shit get jumping from the start
Get you & bro slumped
Can't tell the holes apart
Mix do si with the cookie
Smoke art
If there ain't money touching
With the moves
Don't start
You feel it in they vibe
It's pretend
Stack your paper up
Stupid boy stack friends
Bitch nigga show the strap
He ain't shoot it
Pulled the bitch out
Cocked it back
He ain't do it
Style chump
On his face
Boy I knew it
My mind was right there
On the spot
Should've blew it
Old spice
Dirty hands when I rinse
Dark grabber
In my paper
Get the spins
Smoking too good
Can't go back to mids
You pump fake
I make plays like Cam
Chain smoking on gas
Bitch I'm kicking it
Brodie leave bruises on the pot
Boy be whipping it
If need it come & find us
We shipping shit
Old foreign
Doors dented
Put a boujie bitch in it
Keep a poker
In this satchel
Stay the fuck from round me
Thirty picks on bro hip
Two rounds
Drafting with a Glock
Pinned location
On my bitch
But she won't ever find me
Got my reasons
Tie me down she won't
I'm thinking other knots
Pretty white toe
Money growing
Keep me focused
Pussy talking
On the net
He don't show shit
Mudd walk like a four
It's the smoke bitch
You don't act tough
Unless your bros 'round
I noticed
If you static with me
Must be broke kid
Fuckin BMs other niggas love
Bro that's yo kid
He ain't ever feel the pressure
I can show him
I don't give a fuck about his life
I don't know him
Bitch nigga show the strap
He ain't shoot it
Pulled the bitch out
Cocked it back
He ain't do it
Style chump
On his face
Boy I knew it
My mind was right there
On the spot
Should've blew it
Old spice
Dirty hands when I rinse
Dark grabber
In my paper
Get the spins
Smoking too good
Can't go back to mids
You pump fake
I make plays like Cam
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