Juice WRLD — Pump Fight

[Intro: Juice WRLD, David Gilmore & Both] Don't give in Without a fight, lil' bitch, haha (Joey Rock Marley) [Verse] Bitch, we ain't official, these hoes superficial They say put the guns down, went and got a brand new missile (They got a gun) AK-47 with extendo', pull up on 'em, roll down the window (Interrogate that pussy, boy, fuck-nigga give me all the info) "Gucci Gang," bitch, no Pump, my hand on my pump Ain't no workouts over here, but my gun go pump (Pump it, pump it) Drop out of school, no flunk, meditate up on these bitches, nigga, like Monk It's a walk through the park, but it's not, bitch, I run It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, bitch, I spray I'm on bullshit with all of these fuck-nigga like, Ándale It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, bitch, I spray I'm on bullshit with all of these fuck-nigga like, Ándale It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, bitch, I spray I'm on bullshit with all of these fuck-nigga like, Ándale It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, bitch, I spray I'm on bullshit with all of these fuck-nigga like, Ándale It's alright, it's okay, I take shrooms, need an eighth Feel like God in a white robe, with your bitch, feeding me grapes Head so good, had to call a replay, call a Uber up, put her on a e-way Scratch, scratch, scratch, don't mind me That's them Percs, let me itch my face (Perc-30) Knock 'em down, domino, pull up with a .40, Lilo, he get stitched, ayy Live alone, die alone, VLONE on my fit (Lil' bitch) Balenciaga, no Prada, all on my kicks (My kicks) I'm gon' dog a ho', grab my dick like I'm Mike, no Vick Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin, could a young nigga fuck my bitch Feel like Wanda, maybe Cosmo, I could grant a wish (I wish) Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick That bitch go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut), put 'em on the floor like, shit, ayy