Lyrics Pumkin - Waka Flocka Flame , Prince Ink

Squad, get on them motherfuckers
I'm seein' what's hittin', nigga, what's hittin'
Before you get off that exit, you gotta make sure you tap in, nigga
(Ayo, Prince Ink)
Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout- hold up, nigga
(Talk to the streets)
You got me dead serious, nigga
(Talk to the hood, nigga, talk to the hood)
What we do?
(Talk to the streets)
Trap on silent, money still comin'
Goin' through hundreds like it ain't nothin'
Y'all niggas frontin', we pull up gunnin'
Carve a nigga head like a God damn pumpkin
Blood, slide on this, serve a nigga onions
Y'all niggas trappin' everywhere, it ain't nothin'
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
Squad shit, gang shit
Takin' private plane shit
Bullets make your brian shift
I just bought a spaceship
Blood shit, thug shit
I ain't with that fuck shit
Real shit, trill shit
You niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas frontin', we pull up gunnin'
Carve a nigga head like a God damn pumpkin
Blood, slide on this, serve a nigga onions
Y'all niggas trappin' everywhere, it ain't nothin'
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the 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 jugg and I made it
I see the envy of these niggas, they hate it
These niggas behind me, they strapped like the navy
Don't play with me nigga, you niggas some babies
Bitch
Fuck you mean, lil' nigga?
Boom, hit his ass, let's do it
Trap on silent, money still comin'
Goin' through hundreds like it ain't nothin'
Y'all niggas frontin', we pull up gunnin'
Carve a nigga head like a God damn pumpkin
Blood, slide on this, serve a nigga onions
Y'all niggas trappin' everywhere, it ain't nothin'
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows
(Prince Ink)
(Waka Flocka)
(Salute Me or Shoot Me 6)
DJ Big Tiny
(Trap)