wonttakethepump Lyrics

(Alright)

Hawthorn, sorry

(Sorry)

(Put him down don't let him get up)

Put him down don't let him get up

Dry spell your whole life you won't get fucked

Heart attack coming I had to put down the cup

No Wockhardt just my heart won't take the pump

Seven thirty and I'm already glitched

I'm out there in the field and you getting bitched

One thing that won't happen to me? Getting stitched

And you better pack up your shit yeah you getting hitched

Two faced bitches they wish I had a Scat

Uh so bitches don't want me if I don't have a car that's matte

(Oh no no no I can't fuck with that)

Back to her place and best believe I'm getting cat, uh

Two hoes, three bands, I know I'm getting right

Two steaks, three sides, a nap huh I might

Two-three like I'm Jordan I'm shooting 100

Only hard shit this vodka it's 40

Bro can give it five months and we'll see who's up on top

Talk on me again get you hit Chris Rock

Looking at me think that I don't think that I'm really that guy

556 it hit you in your uh make you die

Put him down don't let him get up

Dry spell your whole life you won't get fucked

Heart attack coming I had to put down the cup

No Wockhardt just my heart won't take the pump

Seven thirty and I'm already glitched

I'm out there in the field and you getting bitched

One thing that won't happen to me? Getting stitched

And you better pack up your shit yeah you getting hitched