Lyrics:
really love em don’t judge em.
They like me me I suppose I’m Having dozens of women that offering all they holes
Always live by the playa code
Some may
the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out, then I broke out
Left that cat for dead, his body smoked out
'Cause when I fall out, y'all killas gotta kill me
happen
If I'm up I bring them with
I got dawgies banging F
I got dawgies up in uni
Let me show you how we do it
Let me show you how we live
Let me show you
I'm done with living in fear
So I guess it's time to (Pivot)
I can't breathe, I forget how to breathe
Whenever this girl walks by
My heart pumps blood
you snitchin' you want an award
Free that boy Mapes I won't say it no more
Feel like Lil Pump with the jet ski
Bitch come test me
Test me
Test me
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his f-in' self and be good (good)
Yeah, ask n- on my projects (yo, Y.O.)
When
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
do this every night
But you also take medication
Combinations can be deadly, think
Of Michael, Heath, and Amy
Aside from health complications
Think
the same, something changed
I pull up on you what’s ya name?
Pump ya brakes I gotta dollar and a dream
Come f*ck with me Come f*ck with me
Yea come f
up
I make squirt
I ride the beat and I don't hit a bump
Took his soul he got hit with that pump
Don't try me nigga I'm the one
Baby suck it she
Pussy n*gga head bang
I ain’t gonna look back,
F*ck my draco broke my f*ckin Macbook in my bookbag,
Slump huh slump huh
Two pumps tryna throw this
lately and
when I come by myself
Hectic baby
You n****s come by the twos
If you test me A me
Have you drugged out
Having more tests than Amy
Outside
Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This kush I got ain't no chump
Get stupid and get stomped
Two girls I call Kriss Kross
Kriss Kross'll make you jump
complacent yeah
Why though?
Why are you with me and I'm with you
I say, why you gotta talk about you and me when we're just f*cking girl say (Why though?)
Why
keeping silent
I can't keep this in
Baby just stay by me
I wanna hold your hand
Girl you're the one that I like
I don't wanna ever ask you for "one more
they holding me down
But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now
You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up
Your face and detach your jaw,
as my b-tch
Yeah these diamonds got flu fuck around a get sick
All of my hoes bad as f-ck with some hips on they tighs
Gotta know to keep one by my
for a living
Pump loud like a stage crowd left Streetz with the water whipping
Yay and Meth portray a chef we be in and out all sorts of kitchens
watching me
Beat, beat, beat, beat it to the, my, my, my, Master one
It's the F u n k a s a u r u s, with the daily dose of funk, we coming at you like we
off, Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This Kush I got ain’t no
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
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