Waka Flocka Flame — Pumkin

[Intro] Squad, get on them motherfuckers I'm seein’ what's hittin', nigga, what’s hittin' Before you get off that exit, you gotta make sure you tap in, nigga (Ayo, Prince Ink) Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout- hold up, nigga (Talk to the streets) You got me dead serious, nigga (Talk to the hood, nigga, talk to the hood) What we do? (Talk to the streets) [Chorus] Trap on silent, money still comin' Goin' through hundreds like it ain’t nothin’ Y'all niggas frontin’, we pull up gunnin' Carve a nigga head like a God damn pumpkin Blood, slide on this, serve a nigga onions Y'all niggas trappin' everywhere, it ain’t nothin' I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Squad shit, gang shit Takin' private plane shit Bullets make your brian shift I just bought a spaceship Blood shit, thug shit I ain't with that fuck shit Real shit, trill shit You niggas ain't gon' kill shit I'ma hit the kill switch Pull up, they gon' drill shit G shit, trap shit Heron and that crack shit Step up to the bat shit Audience to clap shit Street shit, jail shit Bitch ass niggas tell quick Bullets look like shellfish Another day in hell, bitch [Chorus] Trap on silent, money still comin' Goin' through hundreds like it ain't nothin' Y'all niggas frontin', we pull up gunnin' Carve a nigga head like a God damn pumpkin Blood, slide on this, serve a nigga onions Y'all niggas trappin' everywhere, it ain't nothin' I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows [Verse 2: Prince Ink] Okay Me and Ray blazin', dozen caucasian On that high limit now, shit can get brazen Got two caucasian, these bitches get naked Whippin' the white, man, they cookin' some bangers I'm postin' to say that, I'm bleedin' to say that I rock the designer, this fit be the latest I came from been broke, now I jugg and I made it I see the envy of these niggas, they hate it These niggas behind me, they strapped like the navy Don't play with me nigga, you niggas some babies [Interlude] Bitch Fuck you mean, lil' nigga? Boom, hit his ass, let's do it [Chorus] Trap on silent, money still comin' Goin' through hundreds like it ain't nothin' Y'all niggas frontin', we pull up gunnin' Carve a nigga head like a God damn pumpkin Blood, slide on this, serve a nigga onions Y'all niggas trappin' everywhere, it ain't nothin' I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows I'm duckin' and dodgin' PO, I gotta get out the lows [Outro] (Prince Ink) (Waka Flocka) (Salute Me or Shoot Me 6) DJ Big Tiny (Trap)