Pump Fake

I know you heard all about me
See me on TV, Instagram, bitch I'm popping
Cash Carti, Cash Carti, my lane, no stopping
Niggas sneak diss and they tryna plot me
Fuck em, fuck em, find they hoes and fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, find they hoes and fuck
Fuck 'em then dump 'em then dump 'em
I don't give no fucks yeah
Feel like Donald Trump now
I don't give a fuck yeah

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Fuck that bitch, I pass her to my broady yeah
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Fuck her then I pass her to my broady yeah
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I don't need no bitch, I got another one
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I don't give a fuck I got another one
Uh-uh-uh-uh
With my niggas off the Xans
We up at Follies throwing bands
And all my niggas bout they actions yeah
Fuckin what you talking bout?
That twin 100 niggas bop
Green flax in a fucking pouch
Niggas know what we fucking bout
Ya-ya-ya-ya, all these niggas wanna bite my swag
Ya-ya-ya-ya, your bitch, she bought the shit
Ya-ya-ya-ya, she don't talk, she like ya-ya pimp
Young Carti that fucking pimp
Bitch I walk with a fucking limp
Rest in peace Pimp C my nigga
Rest in peace Pimp C my nigga
Young Cash Carti is that young nigga, is that young nigga
Shakes and shopping sprees nigga
Up in fucking London nigga
Up in fucking Paris nigga
2 cups I ain't sharing nigga
Oh, I need a bag
I need a bitch with an ass
No attitude, just smash out
Young Carti that nigga
Steal my swag, steal my swag
Swag surfing on the track
Hold up, let me get that band, ohh

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Hold up, bitches on my dick
For what, for what?
Niggas wanna see me dead
Nig for what?
I got clout, I got clout
Hoes tryna give me mouth
Boy I pull them triggers out
We don't really run our mouth
I'm from Zone 3, Zone 3
13, skate town, with the bling
You know how I'm coming bitch
Oh-ah
Know how I'm coming bitch
Pull them dirty sticks
And we moving dirty sticks
With the shit
Cash Carti got a bag
Got a Louis bag but I put some Gucci in that bag
Nigga fuck what you talking bout
All that shit you got
Young Carti been copped a big hat, nigga I'm hot
Nigga I'm hot
Young, hot, but I'm cool yeah
Bad bitch, she a fool yeah
Cash Carti, I cool y'all
But all my niggas, they booyah
Niggas yelling like booyah
Hop in the bank like booyah
Hop in the ships like booyah
Hop in sets like booyah

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