Lyrics Pump It Up - Trey Budden , Samad Savage

Pump pump pump p-p- pump
Pump pump pump it up
Skoodwidit
Pump pump pump p-p- pump
Pump pump pump it up
Samad Cook It Up Yerr
Pump pump pump pump it up
We gone do it like mm mm mm
I'ma do my thing and improve the game
Really, if rap dead tell who to blame
If your crew is lame then you the same
Man, screw the fame I'ma feed the gang
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
If you rep NJ
Pump pump pump it up

Know it was hard to wait
But somebody from the garden state is running it
While these other niggas jog in place
And aww it's great, I'm nice like Cardi's shape
They see my spot here, like Playboi Carti's face
Sorry wait
I showed up to the party late
Hardly starving, but want a piece of shawty cake
I'm trynna b-b-beat box like Biz Markie, Hey
But first I'ma liquor no Bacardi taste
Ha
Mm mm mm
Pardon babe, you think I came to conversate
Or converse, sneaker in a private space
So I could freak her in a private place
She look like she can't lie, she promise face
But I'm the greatest latest
But my timing's great
You know I'm classy like wine and steak
She fine and inclined to provide her line it's 973
Five five five five nine eight
One
I'm ready to snap playah
Yes he's the best of best when he flex and impact playah
Next he finessed the checks and invested in blacks playah
Yet he connect the steps and progress from the trap playah
Bet he could rap greater
Than anybody, not give sorries or pity parties
I won't pick a potty, I pick apart the target discharge and
Wait I'm getting cocky, you carbon copies
Couldn't compare or compete with Kakashi
The copy ninja killing contenders then I'm gone
And if I ball how could I not put Jersey on

I'ma do my thing and improve the game
Really, if rap dead tell who to blame
If your crew is lame then you the same
Man, screw the fame I'ma feed the gang
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
If you rep NJ
Pump pump pump it up

Pump it up, shout out to my boy The Rebel, nigga
I'm in my bag and I'm popping ain't talking kettle, nigga
Second nigga
Trey Budden never in second nigga
Know that time is money, I'm never wasting a second with them
Turn my headphones up, I can't hear myself
Niggas asking how I drip so hard, I just be myself
Got the jersey on, jeans on, double XL
And I ain't even gotta show the Ferragamo on the belt like
Mm mm mm
Ugh
Walk around Gucci on in a bathrobe
Shawty wanted to fuck I took that bitch to the bathroom
Mad room, so tight I had to get mad room
Told her hurry this up, my father gonna get mad soon
I beat the beat up til it got a hurt back
Can't fuck hoes, but they always gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we fuck, it wasn't worth that
Trey Budden, I'm responsible for bringing Jers back

I'ma do my thing and improve the game
Really, if rap dead tell who to blame
If your crew is lame then you the same
Man, screw the fame I'ma feed the gang
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
Let me do my thing, let me do my thing
If you rep NJ
Pump pump pump it up

I see some haters tripping
I see some money getting
I see that shawty who been licker her lips
Cause she been peeping the drip
And we can