Yoshi Thompkins Pump
[Chorus]
Run in the, run in the door
Riding around with the pump
I been all day with my niggas
We gon' smoke till we slump
Why you boys smoke so much weed?
Dat shit gon' f..ck up your lungs (nigga I don't give a f..ck)
Why are you worrying 'bout me
And all of the shit that I'm on?
We have a hell of a year
This is the year that they mourn
305 that's to the bone
Imma go call me a dunk
[Chorus]
Run in the, run in the door
Riding around with the pump
I been all day with my niggas
We gon' smoke till we slump
Why you boys smoke so much weed?
Dat shit gon' f..ck up your lungs (nigga I don't give a f..ck)
Why are you worrying 'bout me
And all of the shit that I'm on?
We have a hell of a year
This is the year that they mourn
305 that's to the bone
Imma go call me a dunk
Riding around with the pump
Swervin' this shit like a drunk
Riding around with the skunk
Smells like I ain't bathed in a month (ooh)
Why she ain't f..cking with you?
She said she wanna f..ck with a monk
She says my sex is all that she need
With you its that type of the month
Man, brother man you know how we ride, man, with the shrunk
Riding around with the window up
Smoking up, everyone high cause its all around
Here vibing to my old shit
So they can't compare me to nobody now
Took a body down, catching bodies now
I'm a bounty hunter in the future now
Riding around in the bebop
Counting woolongs to my new song
Riding around with the pump
Anyone test me get slump, nigga
Riding around with the pump
I just might hop out and dump (boom boom boom)
I do not think you a man
Wet your ass up like a cunt (boom boom boom)
Had to get rid of my kindness
Just to remind 'em (whatchu' had to tell 'em)
I'm a natural, have you f..ck niggas over the counter
Hell yeah nigga
Riding around with my niggas
You riding around with some punks
Riding around with the Queen
Look at that, I got the mumps
[Chorus]
Run in the, run in the door
Riding around with the pump
I been all day with my niggas
We gon' smoke till we slump
Why you boys smoke so much weed?
Dat shit gon' f..ck up your lungs (nigga I don't give a f..ck)
Why are you worrying 'bout me
And all of the shit that I'm on?
We have a hell of a year
This is the year that I mourn
305 that's to the bone
Imma go call me a dunk
[Chorus]
Run in the, run in the door
Riding around with the pump
I been all day with my niggas
We gon' smoke till we slump
Why you boys smoke so much weed?
Dat shit gon' f..ck up your lungs (nigga I don't give a f..ck)
Why are you worrying 'bout me
And all of the shit that I'm on?
We have a hell of a year
This is the year that I mourn
305 that's to the bone
Imma go call me a dunk
[Verse 2]
Riding around on the shrooms
Bitch I feel like I'm in tune, they tried to
Keep a nigga in the shell
But bitch I came out the cocoon
The other day I was a caterpiller
But today I'm a butterfly
You can f..ck around, try to take my rib
But I'll f..ck around, take your life
Riding around with the pump
Is you gon' shoot or pump faking?
Can't be compared to you, thought I was scared of you
Bitch I'm about to embarrass you
Sweet as nigga, you a Haribo
Haribo, this not a bear it's an edible
You know your shit 'bout to sever you
And you know I never settle too
[Outro]
Psilocybin, got me vibing
But they [?] balling
But the pigment of your skin
Cause they ain't choose to look within
Psilocybin, got me vibing
They gon' try to bring me down
But they can't stop me
That's why I keep it on me
Got it on me
I don't wanna be your homie
Not your homie
My best friend is that pump