[Chorus]

Pump a n***a up
N***a we don't give a mothafuck
I just bumped a slut
I'ma fuck her if I wanna nut
Work up in the trunk
Call your bluff if n***as acting tough
I'm gon' run it up with my n***as
We can't get enough
And all my day ones
They gon' ball with me
All the Sane ones
They gon' ball with me
All my day ones
Yeah they're all with me
All the Sane ones
Yeah they all with me


[Verse 1]

Posted in the trenches with the Menace
Me and Lu so tight we can finish each other sentence
He itching to catch a body, I probably make it his business
BU be whipping up a pot, I think the n***a look like a chemist
I'm in all white with my gold on
No I'm lying
I'm in all black with my pole on
We come strapped up in the party
Won't get stole on
If you even reach this way n***a, you're so gone
Like hold on
I got Shotty off the molly
Now he turnt up to the max
Put this beam right on your head
And tell a hype n***a relax
Me and my n***as just be politicin
Coolin, smoking thrax
I be in the streets with shooters so I'm spittin on this track
No I'm lying cause you probably seen me spittin out some crack
Right on Morse selling bags, I'll be running to the set
Free big Magic broski told me: "Put my n***as on the map"
I'll do this shit for King Shoota Mosey Pooh Bear Pep and Pap
[?] with the strap [?] back
I'm in traffic ridin' around the pole with 30 in my lap
It's a lot of n***as talkin throwing shade just like a lamp
Tell my n***as I'm a general, I can't change on my camp