PUMP FAKE Lyrics

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