DOUBLE PUMP ft. Rob Gullatte Lyrics

I ain't have shit but a pistol and ambition the drive of a transmission

A drive you to transition into the man living

I do understand physics

It's energy rent coming up so I'll come up chemically

I'll change cocaine to a hard form

A younger me a see you driving then get yo car stormed

What's up boy I got that lock back straight up drop crack

If he never made it I bet this how pac rap

A pistol grip pump in my trunk it's cock backed

A couple of revolutionary books in my front seat

And a Novel by Zane but that's from this one freak

A rose still stuck in the concrete

A gun speak volumes it's loud it's and problematic

My baby mamas both acting strange

But fathers matter my daughters happy my son love me i know im doing my job

I'll overdue it the cause

It's righteous I swear to god i'll send a nigga to meet him I'm hoping he a believer

If he not hell he know the plot

Lost grip on the pump made my Shoulder pop

Spraying everywhere like shaking up a soda pop

I don't play the guitar but knows how to roll the rock

Standing over pots stove is hot to the dope is out

Speaking bout rap in the dopest out its a red beam polka dot

On a loaded Glock

I ain't playing games turning brains to a coliseum

I could get you whacked for a couple 100 dollar bills

You niggas over dying over pink and green

Aka money and bitches saying nothing like I'm mr bean

I doubled money from a triple beam

Just meet a Nigga at the trap like a nitty beat for thuddy years patna I been running city streets

Doing what's niggas do so fuck what a nigga think