Pumkin lyrics

[Intro]
Squad, get on them motherf*ckers
I'm seein’ what's hittin', n*gga, what’s hittin'
Before you get off that exit, you gotta make sure you tap in, n*gga
(Ayo, Prince Ink)
Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout- hold up, n*gga
(Talk to the streets)
You got me dead serious, n*gga
(Talk to the hood, n*gga, 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 n*ggas frontin’, we pull up gunnin'
Carve a n*gga head like a God damn pumpkin
Blood, slide on this, serve a n*gga onions
Y'all n*ggas 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 sh*t, gang sh*t
Takin' private plane sh*t
Bullets make your brian shift
I just bought a spaceship
Blood sh*t, thug sh*t
I ain't with that f*ck sh*t
Real sh*t, trill sh*t
You n*ggas ain't gon' kill sh*t
I'ma hit the kill switch
Pull up, they gon' drill sh*t
G sh*t, trap sh*t
Heron and that crack sh*t
Step up to the bat sh*t
Audience to clap sh*t
Street sh*t, jail sh*t
b*tch ass n*ggas tell quick
Bullets look like shellfish
Another day in hell, b*tch