YPC MUSIC - Twofullys- Pump 6 Lyrics

What you do it for
What you do it for
Popped his ass so many times, they turned him to a pack of pills
Gave my uncle some crack, he said it tastes just like a rack of ribs

I'm tryna make it back with 30 bowls and they all vacuum sealed
Hop out with that grrrrah, it give me a thrill
Slapped the button on his Glock and tried, but he died in the field
Catch a opp outside, cook his ass and throw him on the grill

Told T.D. just sit back, cause I get active, know this shit get real
I only tagged his ass one time, then alley-ooped the kill
Tell me who the f*ck got nut for sale, I'm finna roll em up
I may double back and buy some Chuck and then go pour em up
I'm the one that came through with that black drac
They hollin' hold up
I can merch from 36 to 38, I got it sold up
Bullets penetrate his body in and out, I watch him fold up

It's a lot of fake shit, can't buy that drink if it ain't sealed up
I knew the perk was fake, but I still ate it, then I throwed up
CP thought it was a game, he dropped that lo and then I pulled up
I know P.J. went to hell, he died by the gas pump

He got hit up January, but he died last month
I know I'm gon' get busy with this Glock, bitch, I'm hands-on
I come through the lane ducking shit like I'm Malik monk
I know P.J. went to hell, he died by the gas pump

He got hit up January, but he died last month
I know I'm gon' get busy with this Glock, bitch, I'm hands-on
I come through the lane ducking shit like I'm Malik monk