Pumpkin Lyrics

I don't really want love I want one thing

I'm just tryna go deep in that pumpkin

Baby you could be a freak no assumptions

Go'on make that ass clap like percussion, yeah

Bring that ass back to the beat when I cuff it

Ima break you off on this breesh know you love it

Baddies like my bread they be coming by the dozen

Glacier on my wrist and my drip out ya budget

She got that WAP I call that bitch Squirtle

I'm Listerine and I make that bitch gargle

She took a flight just to play with my marbles

What's in my cup it's Barney, it's purple

I don't a give fuck, I stay with the Colonel

My chicken a two piece, my diamonds is Virgil

I'm pouring up while she poppin' and droppin'

She might be a ten but I got other options

She might be a Stallion or maybe a Nicki

I'm in the function two fifty my pinky

My rillas in the back and they stay with the bliky

Hit you with packs they go'on leave a bitch dizzy

Come thru, just tap in

Breesh coast, east coast, got the back ends

Gold chains, thick thots, out the black Benz

And you know I only cut if they got pumpkins

I don't really want love I want one thing

I'm just tryna go deep in that pumpkin

Baby you could be a freak no assumptions

Go'on make that ass clap like percussion, yeah

Bring that ass back to the beat when I cuff it

Ima break you off on this breesh know you love it

Baddies like my bread they be coming by the dozen

Glacier on my wrist and my drip out ya budget

My drip out ya budget, my whip out ya budget

My crib and my zips and my bitch out ya budget

If you tryna link up my chick she ain't budging

You gon' need the breesh in the briefs by the dozen

12 cylinders in the lease and it's rumbling

Got brand new hunnids no crease sipping tussin

Rolling Fronto, backwoods, cream Russian

I got hunnids in the mattress and the fn by the cushion

Why you tryna hang out with the gang keep it pushing

Pull up with them thangs let it bang outta Brooklyn

And my rillas do the same thing just for lookin'

My clique got you shooken, I know that you pussy

Vlone on my body I don't wear no Stussy

I'm smoking Biscotti she give me that gushy

No need to be pushy she give me that dumb brain

Don't want love need one thang

I don't really want love I want one thing

I'm just tryna go deep in that pumpkin

Baby you could be a freak no assumptions

Go'on make that ass clap like percussion, yeah

Bring that ass back to the beat when I cuff it

Ima break you off on this breesh know you love it

Baddies like my bread they be coming by the dozen

Glacier on my wrist and my drip out ya budget