pump fake Lyrics

10,000 hours homie passed that

Runnin' laps on these fuckin' tracks

I'm pullin' up in all black black black

Pull up on me you get blap blap blap

Windows tinted with the matte black wrap

Cruisin' real slow on the ten

I got old homies that owe me but won't see a cent

Funny how certain things end up

I ain't stressin' I'm keepin' my ends up

With that thing in my pocket I'm stayin' tucked

Cuz I'd rather get caught up with it than without it

These are hunnits boy count it

I ain't been drinking no liquor I'm grounded

Might have a joint get the crib lookin' cloudy

You soundin' rough and my shit soundin' rounded

Don't keep no one else but my day one's around me, I'm sick

Sick of all these bitches tryna act like they could out-rap me

They don't want rap beef, they don't want real beef either

If you wanna chop chop get the meat cleaver

Imma beat the shot clock with a buzz beater

Speak on my name but won't die bout it, dead it

Saw that you dropped but we sleep, Akademics

I ain't get rest til the fuckin' pandemic

And now every day I be wakin' up rested (well)

Fuckboy don't want no war

I'm changin' my number when I go on tour

Yeah I got a little but I want a lot more like

Pump fake

Bitches want a problem no way

Bitches want a problem no way

I said pump fake

Bitches want a problem no way

Bitches want a problem no way

I said pump fake

Bitches want a problem no way

Bitches want a problem no way

I said pump fake

Bitches want a problem no way

Bitches want a problem no way

I said pump fake