Pumkin Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Prince Ink)

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