I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit,

Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it That’s what I did when I came in the room and I hit her with the uh (Hit it!) When a nigga hit the plug, when a nigga hit the trap and I hit em with the pump Look at the pot, look at the egg beater, hit

Ayy, ayy, ayy, tell me what you know 'Bout a motherfucker out the bottom, with a gold grill gleamin' Makin' all these hoes problems Stalker, creepin' out the fuckin' dungeon Switchblade on 'em, hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin' Thirty rounds of the

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she

Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, ooh (ooh) Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (chyeah, brr, ooh) I'm the youngest flexer out here, sure you've heard 'bout me, ooh (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) Bentley coupe, drop top coupe,

Hit that perfect beat boy Beat boy, beat boy Hit that perfect, hit that perfect Pump it uh! Yo pump it uh uh! Yo pump it uh! Lick it, dip it, twist it, turn it Lick it, dip it, twist it, turn it, stick it, dunk it P-p-p-p-pump it!

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) Drop 10 Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) Ask my teacher

Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men