Pumkin (feat. Prince Ink)

Squad, get on them motherfuckers

I'm seein’ what's hittin', ****, what’s hittin'

Before you get off that exit, you gotta make sure you tap in, ****

(Ayo, Prince Ink) Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout- hold up, ****

(Talk to the hood, ****) You got me dead serious, ****

What we do? (Talk to the street)

Trap on silent, money still comin'

Goin' through hundreds like it ain’t nothin’

Y'all **** frontin’, we pull up gunnin'

Carve a **** head like a God damn pumpkin

Blood, slide on this, serve a **** onions

Y'all **** trappin' everywhere, it ain’t nothin'

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

Squad, get on them motherfuckers

I'm seein’ what's hittin', ****, what’s hittin'

Before you get off that exit, you gotta make sure you tap in, ****

Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout- hold up, ****

You got me dead serious, ****

What we do?

Trap on silent, money still comin'

Goin' through hundreds like it ain’t nothin’

Y'all **** frontin’, we pull up gunnin'

Carve a **** head like a God damn pumpkin

Blood, slide on this, serve a **** onions

Y'all **** trappin' everywhere, it ain’t nothin'

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

Squad shit, gang shit

Takin' private plane shit

Bullets make your brain shift

I just bought a spaceship

Blood shit, thug shit

I ain't with that fuck shit

Real shit, trill shit

You **** ain't gon' kill shit

I'ma hit the kill switch

Pull up, they gon' drill shit

G shit, trap shit

Heron and that crack shit

Step up to the bat shit

Audience to clap shit

Street shit, jail shit

Bitch ass **** tell quick

Bullets look like shellfish

Another day in hell, bitch

Trap on silent, money still comin'

Goin' through hundreds like it ain’t nothin’

Y'all **** frontin’, we pull up gunnin'

Carve a **** head like a God damn pumpkin

Blood, slide on this, serve a **** onions

Y'all **** trappin' everywhere, it ain’t nothin'

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

Okay, me and Ray blazin', dozen caucasian

On that high limit now, shit can get brazen

Got two caucasian, these bitches get naked

Whippin' the white, man, they cookin' some bangers

I'm postin' to say that, I'm bleedin' to say that

I rock the designer, this fit be the latest

I came from been broke, now I juug and I made it

I see the envy of these ****, they hate it

These **** behind me, they strapped like the navy

Don't play with me ****, you **** some babies

Bitch, fuck you mean, lil' ****?

Boom, hit his ass, let's do it

Trap on silent, money still comin'

Goin' through hundreds like it ain’t nothin’

Y'all **** frontin’, we pull up gunnin'

Carve a **** head like a God damn pumpkin

Blood, slide on this, serve a **** onions

Y'all **** trappin' everywhere, it ain’t nothin'

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows, reload

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out these lows

(Prince Ink)

(Waka Flocka)

(Salute Me or Shoot Me 6)

DJ Big Tiny

(Trap)