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i.blast – pump 101 lyrics

[intro: i.blast]
uh, yeah, yeah
rip i.blast
pump 101

[chorus: i.blast]
i’ll teach you how to pump my, fl!ck stay rocked up my trees be proper it’s how i make my ends
i’ll teach you how to pump, n+gga you can’t see me my semi de pop yo’ face in
i’ll teach you how to pump my, cell stay ringing my tricks stay eating i’m grinding man
i’ll teach you how to pump, i see you fiending n+gga keep on fiending i’ll serve you man
i’ll teach you how to pump

[verse 1: i.blast]
first off get yourself a pack
and i don’t care if it’s weed, e, dope, coke or crack (something)
then go get yourself a stash and buy a strap
‘cause beef is real and you gotta watch yo’ back
now listen, stay sharp when you pitching in the hood
keep ya’ biz on hush, n+ggas is snitching in the hood
dress as nerdy as possible, even wear glasses
do what you gotta do, unfortunately it’s harassment
next step is when you get money you gotta stash it
‘cause momma said don’t keep all of your eggs in one basket
don’t make the feds take all your money
‘cause when you get locked you gon’ need lawyer money (for real)
but look, we ain’t trying to have that
so any time you come up out the crib put ya’ sh+t in ya’ asscrack
hustle hard if you wanna get rich
and try not to rob n+ggas, ‘cause karma’s a b+tch

[verse 2: i.blast]
started off with the pebbles now you f+cking with boulders
i think it’s about time you get a couple of soldiers (boss up n+gga)
but make sure them n+ggas ain’t no snitches and ain’t no snakes
‘cause they’ll try to take yo riches, listen
you a boss they’ll shoot you for reps
and when you move, make sure you got a shooter on deck
get one spot for the burners and one for the ‘caine
and make sure neither of them sh+ts is under ya’ name
now, you getting money so these b+tches gon’ flock to you
you know the ones before that would never talk to you (b+tch)
but don’t let that sh+t go to ya’ head
and pay for a telly, try to keep them hoes out ya’ bed
‘cause they the same ones that line you up for a jux
have n+ggas in ya’ crib while you up in the p+ss (good god)
yeah it’s just a little food for thought
make sure you know what’s underneath ‘fore you move the rock n+gga

- i blast lyrics

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