Steel Pumpas
Know what I'm sayin'
This that street shit, XP shit
Gang, gang
What?
Bitch, gang, gang, bitch, bitch!
Any nigga said it's up with me, ain't have the bump with me nigga
We ain't doing no passes, unless we talkin' 'bout classes nigga
Niggas couldn't see me if they had some fuckin' glasses, nigga
You know what's up with me dawg
Bitch!
Slam his ass up, he think he gettin' up with me (Bodyslam)
Let the big foe nickel put the steel pump in 'em
If he wanna knife play, give his ass a buck .50 (Slash)
Pussy want the fade? You can knuckle up with me (You can run the fade)
Got a big booty bitch, had to dump my junk in 'em (Ugh)
Pussy nigga, boy you know how it go (On God)
XP, going too fast, need to slow down
8 attachments on the stick, like a loadout (Like it's Cold War)
Killers with me nigga, Autobots we 'bout to roll out (Optimus)
Can't fuck with niggas, ain't tryna get sold out (Don't be Twon)
Heavy metal bitch, so you know I brought the pole out (Slipknot)
Out the mall with stacks, matter fact, bring some more out (Rack it up)
Nigga, I could up the hipfire with the laser (Beam)
Fuck a lot of hoes, but I still won't save her (Where your cape?)
I just tell a bitch to shake what her mama gave her (That's on me)
Tryna run, hawk him down, ain't no escape (Like Von)
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Let the K eat his face (Graow)
One day XP gon' be one of them greats (On God)
A nigga like me gon' be higher than Drake (On who?)
A pussy wanna play, 'till I upped up the Drac' (Bow, Bow, Bow!)
Tryna be nosey, end up with a broken nose (On God)
You try to talk down, you get chopped in your throat (Can't breathe)
Matter fact, cracked in his jaw (Bow!)
Cracker wanna fold, but just don't tell what you saw (Never sell)
XP leveled up, bitch I'm too raw (On God!)
You know I'm never lacking, you gon' knock who off? (On who?)
Pussy nigga run, and have you knock your shoe off (Out your Nikes)
You know I'm feelin' fresh, you saw how much the suit cost (With the 'tux on)
You left the work for me nigga, I'm your new boss (CEO)
Pass the beat to Twonny Von, tell my dawg to go off!
I shoot 'em with some pistols leave him lookin' a pixel
I upped the G Shock, and made him bop in his rental
Now tell me, how much shit you puss' ass niggas ever been through
It's simple, you pull out the glock, you gettin' popped like a pimple
You was fumbling and tumbling
Heard his ass through the bushes, he was rustling
I hit him with a Draco in the shoulder
Do him like a baptist, but I'm not the one to hold you
I told you
All my dawgs come in mass, all of us gon' shoot you in your ass
At tenth grade, I'm probably finna drop out of class
'Cause I really do this rapping shit, and ain't nobody gon' pass
All you puss' ass niggas do is flock like sheep
All you do is follow me
Draco come in stocks, all my niggas, we got quantity
Bitch told me why I got a baby? It's your pussy fault!
My dawg famous verse 110 hotter than the asphalt!
I hope my mama never ever catch me curse!
I could never ever spend my money on a bitch, better take your ass to work!
All you do is suck my dick, and all you do is twerk!
So tell me why the fuck I should drop a band on a fuckin' purse!
You give hate, you get hate
That's what you receive
Man, shout out to the Taliban, that's my nigga Meive!
Don't you ever touch Famous or me!
'Cause your lame ass in the presence of some real fuckin' G's!
Now let me see how many blocks you fake ass niggas spin to
I hope this song has a big effect on yo mental
I'mma say this shit again, y'all niggas come listen
Now tell me, how much shit you puss' ass niggas ever been through
Twon hopped on the track, and that shit was super weak
Popped a perk, walk to the corner, nigga finna tweak
Hoppin' on the track, nigga rapping off the fuckin' dome
Cracked a nigga in his melon top, I bust him in the chrome
Diamond shining, make you blink
I swear we drippin', Aquafina
I remember I was young and broke
I couldn't get no sneakers
Now these niggas walking up to me
They beggin' me for features
See a pretty bitch walkin'
Say, how you doin'? nice to meet you
When I get to greezin'
Then I get to bangin' on my treason
Like I'm Roddy Ricch nigga
I be ballin' every season
Niggas always seein' hoes
And not really get to greezin'
How the beat 'bout to end it?
With a fuck this nigga, Ian
This that street shit, XP shit
Gang, gang
What?
Bitch, gang, gang, bitch, bitch!
Any nigga said it's up with me, ain't have the bump with me nigga
We ain't doing no passes, unless we talkin' 'bout classes nigga
Niggas couldn't see me if they had some fuckin' glasses, nigga
You know what's up with me dawg
Bitch!
Slam his ass up, he think he gettin' up with me (Bodyslam)
Let the big foe nickel put the steel pump in 'em
If he wanna knife play, give his ass a buck .50 (Slash)
Pussy want the fade? You can knuckle up with me (You can run the fade)
Got a big booty bitch, had to dump my junk in 'em (Ugh)
Pussy nigga, boy you know how it go (On God)
XP, going too fast, need to slow down
8 attachments on the stick, like a loadout (Like it's Cold War)
Killers with me nigga, Autobots we 'bout to roll out (Optimus)
Can't fuck with niggas, ain't tryna get sold out (Don't be Twon)
Heavy metal bitch, so you know I brought the pole out (Slipknot)
Out the mall with stacks, matter fact, bring some more out (Rack it up)
Nigga, I could up the hipfire with the laser (Beam)
Fuck a lot of hoes, but I still won't save her (Where your cape?)
I just tell a bitch to shake what her mama gave her (That's on me)
Tryna run, hawk him down, ain't no escape (Like Von)
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Let the K eat his face (Graow)
One day XP gon' be one of them greats (On God)
A nigga like me gon' be higher than Drake (On who?)
A pussy wanna play, 'till I upped up the Drac' (Bow, Bow, Bow!)
Tryna be nosey, end up with a broken nose (On God)
You try to talk down, you get chopped in your throat (Can't breathe)
Matter fact, cracked in his jaw (Bow!)
Cracker wanna fold, but just don't tell what you saw (Never sell)
XP leveled up, bitch I'm too raw (On God!)
You know I'm never lacking, you gon' knock who off? (On who?)
Pussy nigga run, and have you knock your shoe off (Out your Nikes)
You know I'm feelin' fresh, you saw how much the suit cost (With the 'tux on)
You left the work for me nigga, I'm your new boss (CEO)
Pass the beat to Twonny Von, tell my dawg to go off!
I shoot 'em with some pistols leave him lookin' a pixel
I upped the G Shock, and made him bop in his rental
Now tell me, how much shit you puss' ass niggas ever been through
It's simple, you pull out the glock, you gettin' popped like a pimple
You was fumbling and tumbling
Heard his ass through the bushes, he was rustling
I hit him with a Draco in the shoulder
Do him like a baptist, but I'm not the one to hold you
I told you
All my dawgs come in mass, all of us gon' shoot you in your ass
At tenth grade, I'm probably finna drop out of class
'Cause I really do this rapping shit, and ain't nobody gon' pass
All you puss' ass niggas do is flock like sheep
All you do is follow me
Draco come in stocks, all my niggas, we got quantity
Bitch told me why I got a baby? It's your pussy fault!
My dawg famous verse 110 hotter than the asphalt!
I hope my mama never ever catch me curse!
I could never ever spend my money on a bitch, better take your ass to work!
All you do is suck my dick, and all you do is twerk!
So tell me why the fuck I should drop a band on a fuckin' purse!
You give hate, you get hate
That's what you receive
Man, shout out to the Taliban, that's my nigga Meive!
Don't you ever touch Famous or me!
'Cause your lame ass in the presence of some real fuckin' G's!
Now let me see how many blocks you fake ass niggas spin to
I hope this song has a big effect on yo mental
I'mma say this shit again, y'all niggas come listen
Now tell me, how much shit you puss' ass niggas ever been through
Twon hopped on the track, and that shit was super weak
Popped a perk, walk to the corner, nigga finna tweak
Hoppin' on the track, nigga rapping off the fuckin' dome
Cracked a nigga in his melon top, I bust him in the chrome
Diamond shining, make you blink
I swear we drippin', Aquafina
I remember I was young and broke
I couldn't get no sneakers
Now these niggas walking up to me
They beggin' me for features
See a pretty bitch walkin'
Say, how you doin'? nice to meet you
When I get to greezin'
Then I get to bangin' on my treason
Like I'm Roddy Ricch nigga
I be ballin' every season
Niggas always seein' hoes
And not really get to greezin'
How the beat 'bout to end it?
With a fuck this nigga, Ian
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Writer(s): Antwon Sewell
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