Lyrics:
Dude, are you really back
I told you I was gonna be back
Oh, ok let's go
Vacuum pump in the back
Tight, No Slack, No callbacks
But you already know
erection
Vacuum pumps and padded pants
Carrot juice for the complexion
Stud 100, chocolate ants
Get smart, and start to tart your heart with art
the Germans, getting off
On herbal vacuum-pumps of blow
It shows all I know
And I drop and I drop
And my body levels drop
And my nerves clogging up
to hide my scale
Know the freight come through the mail
Vacuum seals to hide the smell
They need it and it's pack for sale
Bust in spots to hide from 12
I
is run by aliens!
If you don't believe me just ask your tele-vheezy!
Watch them how they pump and squeezy!
Because it's so greasy when eating peoples'
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
end?
Can't pump my gas without causing an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my
diesel flow by the pump bitch
We blowing loud in the function
Smoke pouring out of my lungs shit
Cheesecake Cookies all in my blunt
Sounds like ten amps in
I nutted
Like a vacuum suckin' on the lead till she vomit
I’m a natural money getting nigga from the north
In the A too when it’s time I move it back
I just wanna ball (Spalding)
Tryna go from rags to riches
Running with some niggas that's gon bang on you, they slashers nigga
Bro got the pump, but
a four wheel drive
She like how I steer
Hitting that bitch from the rear
For real
She wanna ride
I know she like how I pump that steel
All this water my
at the playground you couldn't show fear
Blue hundreds and pink fifties thats my type of clientele
Bowz come in vacuum sealed locking up the smell
Sixteen oz of gas
Welcome to the back rooms
Rising from the dead, I’ll be back soon
Pump you full of lead like a balloon
Falling to the ground like a cartoon
Welcome
the preacher, I put my faith in my vacuum sealer (hey)
Crack the seal on a new pint, mix it up like a bartender (pour up)
God made me a street nigga, in
Use your daughter for a human shield
We getting bags in the vacuum seal
Young nigga stay in the battlefield
I got more choppers than battlefield
I told
not taking one (one)
Ayy, bro, can we take the pump?
Lil' bro on his personal one (one)
Told me he's saving up (huh?)
Do it in the morning,
life, when it
Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice
A smoking bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
life, when it
Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice
A smoking bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
falling
Fuck a pump fake
I don't fuck round with the stalling
She think she on block cause I don't answer when she calling
Dick all in her mouth
What side
back at you
We can play vacuum
If we have time
B B B Black Cat on my tusk yeah
Count em up and I'm bound for bad luck yeah
Bagged a body got the rest
Me dying star in binary system
Me supergiant them heavy white dwarf
Them neutron zombie them feeding on me
Me start to pump me superhump
White dwarf
brothers a piece of cake and then I tell em it's our year
We bringing in them vacuum seals and then we make em disappear
I never fucked with none of niggas
a childproof jar my nigga don't break the lock
I pray to get with my niggas from the sand box
Ounces in'em sandwich bags, twist them damn knot
Now it's vacuum
It ain't no little blunt
Real project baby but ain't nan one of us a children"
I cant sit in chill with no hoe ain't watching Tubi
Cut the vacuum seal
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