Papeman - Pump Fake (feat. lilrandy)

Ayy, my young dawg just caught em a body like a trust fall
Might go to hell, but like St. Jude, everybody around me ball
Ayy, tryna rob me, dawg, it's no shot, like a pump fake
Got a fiend on my phone tryna get a gram, like I know Drake
It's 3 o'clock bet I make five racks before it turn 8
Ayy, niggas say they having motion how the fuck you niggas sell shake
When he drop the lo, my niggas pullin' up, ain't comin' late
Brodie pull up, hoppin' out with heat, he not Dwyane Wade
Big ass choppa, that bitch be kickin' like it's Johnny Cage
Sippin' on drank, we pourin' fours like we moody
Me and Pape, up on the track, you know this shit a movie
In the club, VIP, bitches shakin' booty
Out the club, go to sleep, let's go watch a movie
I got bad luck, gotta keep my head down when I'm in a 2 seater
Call me Captain New York, I'm hittin' fastballs like Derek Jeter
John Cena, I'm goin' fast in the lane, I can't see em
Niggas broke, they ain't havin' no motion, just like a tree limb
If I ain't make at least a ten, dawg, I ain't goin' home
I'm goin' strong, my watch got vitiligo, dawg, it's two-toned
Lil' bro got ten, had a switch on everything, like small ball
Lil' Randy trippin', I just caught him, tryna smoke a Pall Mall

Written by:
Randy Jones, Trayvon Burl

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