Digga D, Still Brickin - Pump 101 lyrics
[Digga D, Still Brickin - Pump 101 lyrics]
Why for Five Guys? Mi nuh nyam Five Guys
Hater, yeah, uh
Come on, uh
Pump 101 (Uh)
C-c-c-c-c-c-c-cgm
Yo, it's easier to fuck these
Women with four chains swingin'
Three rings blingin', two straps grippin'
(Come on)
One shot out the Glock leave
Your head back spillin'
Emerald cut diamond say I'm pyrex living
(Bling)
How can I say this in a friendly way?
Before we fuck, bae, I beg you sign this NDA
(Come on)
Take you shopping, what
Louis or the Fendi way?
Or we can stay in Park Lane, not in NPK (Uh)
She wanna snap in the Lamb'
But I ain't movin' the whip
Just run downstairs for a Novikov quick
(Come on)
Mayfair hotel
I know you're lovin' this shit
Make sure there's bare spit
When you're suckin' this
(Woo)
As long as I'm livin' this high life
Still roll around in uptown with my knife
Burger King
(What?) , 'cause man don't nyam Five Guys
Grand power will fill it
Up with some nine-nine
I'll load up the pump
My guns are stocked up
Got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz
I'll load up the pump
My opps are neeky and we can't get Jeezy
So we soaked his friends
I'll load up the pump
My line stay ringin', my guys
Stay chingin', what's the problem
Fam?
I'll load up the pump
Every opp left bleedin' so they started
Teaming cah we smoked their gang
I'll load up the pump
Peski told me, "Wake up to reality"
Can't lie, I was sittin' there mad at 'em
(Man was vexed)
Just imagine me
.44s got these pussios panickin'
Makin' yutes bank food
Now they're traffickin'
(Bank that)
I know it's embarrassing tryna get
Shit across the border
Hella yutes all takin' mans orders
(That's a fact)
Look, I wear a clock and that
Life's gettin' shorter
I could wig a man in front of his daughter
(Bap, bap)
I know you're probably surprised, real shit
I ain't tellin' no lies
Real killers that I got on me side
(Some spillers)
JP never let shit slide
So twenty years he gotta do inside
(Free him up)
All down to ride
Little cheffed **** up and he died
Get him out the country, wallahi, I tried
(Wallahi)
On these streets, man don't care about size
I caught a **** all because of me pride
I'll load up the pump
My guns are stocked up
Got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz
I'll load up the pump
My opps are neeky and we can't get Jeezy
So we soaked his friends
My line stay ringin', my
Guys stay chingin'
What's the problem fam?
I'll load up the pump
Every opp left bleedin' so they started
Teaming cah we smoked their gang
I'll load up the pump
Hater, yeah, uh
Come on, uh
Pump 101 (Uh)
C-c-c-c-c-c-c-cgm
Yo, it's easier to fuck these
Women with four chains swingin'
Three rings blingin', two straps grippin'
(Come on)
One shot out the Glock leave
Your head back spillin'
Emerald cut diamond say I'm pyrex living
(Bling)
How can I say this in a friendly way?
Before we fuck, bae, I beg you sign this NDA
(Come on)
Take you shopping, what
Louis or the Fendi way?
Or we can stay in Park Lane, not in NPK (Uh)
She wanna snap in the Lamb'
But I ain't movin' the whip
Just run downstairs for a Novikov quick
(Come on)
Mayfair hotel
I know you're lovin' this shit
Make sure there's bare spit
When you're suckin' this
(Woo)
As long as I'm livin' this high life
Still roll around in uptown with my knife
Burger King
(What?) , 'cause man don't nyam Five Guys
Grand power will fill it
Up with some nine-nine
I'll load up the pump
My guns are stocked up
Got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz
I'll load up the pump
My opps are neeky and we can't get Jeezy
So we soaked his friends
I'll load up the pump
My line stay ringin', my guys
Stay chingin', what's the problem
Fam?
I'll load up the pump
Every opp left bleedin' so they started
Teaming cah we smoked their gang
I'll load up the pump
Peski told me, "Wake up to reality"
Can't lie, I was sittin' there mad at 'em
(Man was vexed)
Just imagine me
.44s got these pussios panickin'
Makin' yutes bank food
Now they're traffickin'
(Bank that)
I know it's embarrassing tryna get
Shit across the border
Hella yutes all takin' mans orders
(That's a fact)
Look, I wear a clock and that
Life's gettin' shorter
I could wig a man in front of his daughter
(Bap, bap)
I know you're probably surprised, real shit
I ain't tellin' no lies
Real killers that I got on me side
(Some spillers)
JP never let shit slide
So twenty years he gotta do inside
(Free him up)
All down to ride
Little cheffed **** up and he died
Get him out the country, wallahi, I tried
(Wallahi)
On these streets, man don't care about size
I caught a **** all because of me pride
I'll load up the pump
My guns are stocked up
Got bronem Glocked up in a stolen Benz
I'll load up the pump
My opps are neeky and we can't get Jeezy
So we soaked his friends
My line stay ringin', my
Guys stay chingin'
What's the problem fam?
I'll load up the pump
Every opp left bleedin' so they started
Teaming cah we smoked their gang
I'll load up the pump