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PUMP FAKE
BennyZ
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Never fucking hesitate but hit them with a pump fake
Balling like I'm Stephen I'll never settle for chump change
Now these bitches want me shooting shots like it's a gun range
Bitch I'm fucking destined you know I'm blowing like Pompeii
Whipping down the one way, I'm going the wrong way
I'ma make it one day, never tell me someday
Friday blow my parlay, make it back by Sunday
When you got money like me you start regretting some things aye aye
Brodie tell me why is you all up in my space
And why ain't you working because shit there's so much money to make
I'm trying to follow my shot you better go run for the gates
If I'm being honest with you really I don't fuck with a lame
I find it crazy y'all ain't grinding when there's paper to chase
But I'm finna step back on these pussies like I'm fading away
I know they wondering, Bennyz how much you make in a day
And I know it's thirty degrees I'm finna keep making it rain
We at a pool party
And we do more weed
And we do more things
That we shouldn't do
I bought the roof of me
And a coupe for me
Then we do more things
I feel bullet proof
We at a pool party
And we do more weed
And we do more things
That we shouldn't do
I bought the roof of me
And a coupe for me
Then we do more things
I feel bullet proof
Never fucking hesitate but hit them with a pump fake
Balling like I'm Stephen I'll never settle for chump change
Now these bitches want me shooting shots like it's a gun range
Bitch I'm fucking destined you know I'm blowing like Pompeii
Whipping down the one way, I'm going the wrong way
I'ma make it one day, never tell me someday
Friday blow my parlay, make it back by Sunday
When you got money like me you start regretting some thangs aye aye
Told my brothers I'ma make it out here some day
I'm whipping round in the back streets on Harley's
Six Four Eric Wright I whip impala's
Fresh fit looking like ice with some pomade
Pick it up brah you're lacking I'll get you higher than a bird
Like for real this shit got me feeling like I could rule the earth
I can tell they be talking bout me but I don't hear a word
Fuck your TN's and balaclava's I'll rock up in a shirt
Yeah, we pop molly like it's some rock lollies
Drink enough at piss up's I reckon could prolly drop bodies
Putting up for now when I get up well then I'm not sorry
I'ma do you dirty like how you did me yeah I'll copy
Yeah, at a pool party with two barbies
Old mate cooking up right there with his new barbie
Rizz her up motherfucker know that I'm too charming
Can't imagine her saying no to me I got new money
Never fucking hesitate but hit them with a pump fake
Balling like I'm Stephen I'll never settle for chump change
Now these bitches want me shooting shots like it's a gun range
Bitch I'm fucking destined you know I'm blowing like Pompeii
Whipping down the one way, I'm going the wrong way
I'ma make it one day, never tell me someday
Friday blow my parlay, make it back by Sunday
When you got money like me you start regretting some thangs aye aye