CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Pump

Don't give in
Without a fight, lil' b*t*h, haha
(Joey Rock Marley)

b*t*h, we ain't official, these hoes superficial
They say put the guns down, went and got a brand new missile (I got a gun)
AK-47 with extendo', pull up on 'em, roll down the window
(Interrogate that pu**y, boy, f**k-n***a give me all the info)
"Gucci Gang," b*t*h, no Pump, my hand on my pump
Ain't no workouts over here, but my gun go pump (Pump it, pump it)
Drop out of school, no flunk, meditate up on these b*t*hes, n***a, like Monk
It's a walk through the park, but it's not, b*t*h, I run
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*t*h, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f**k-n***a, Ándale
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*t*h, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f**k-n***a, Ándale
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*t*h, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f**k-n***a, Ándale
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*t*h, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f**k-n***a, Ándale
It's alright, it's okay, I take shrooms, need an eighth
Feel like God in a white robe, with your b*t*h, feeding me grapes
Head so good, had to call a replay, call a Uber up, put her on a e-way
Scratch, scratch, scratch, don't mind me
That's them Percs, let me itch my face (Perc 30)
Knock 'em down, domino, pull up with a .40, Lilo, he get stitched, ayy
Live alone, die alone, VLONE on my fit (Lil' b*t*h)
Balenciaga, no Prada, all on my kicks (My kicks)
I'm gon' dog a ho', grab my d**k like I'm Mike, no Vick
Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin, could a young n***a f**k my b*t*h
Feel like Wanda, maybe Cosmo, I could grant a wish (I wish)
Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick
That b*t*h go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut), put 'em on the floor like, sh*t, ayy