Bolide (We Pump Our Own Gas) [feat. Judah & T-Thug]

Italy for a holiday Fly anywhere But ride out in a Bolide Billionaire play toy Keep the paint in chrome And the toppy sloppy Yeah, xxxxxxxx, that how much it cost For my fuckin' Bugatti, hmm Shit, Bolide, yeah, Italy for holiday Fly anywhere, but ride out in a Bolide I feel like Hugh Hefner, ballin' in my Bolide Uh, yeah, I told these kids we pump our own damn gas Dream, beam, vision, reach We hungrier than all the lions on these streets Ballin' in a Bolide Fly anywhere for a holiday Ride out in a Bolide Billionaire play toy Dream, beam, vision, reach We pump our own damn gas Ey, ey, ladies and gentlemen Pardon my language, but I'm just here to make a mess again My verses ultrasound so deep through the skin like half the means before an abortion Might just need to abort this sentence Godamn, gotta change the station, try avoid to mention how suicidal I feel Like my fuckin' ropes in this fuckin' shit, hmm Got to hang what I don't Got some friends, but I won't Cycle so long in the darkness Shit, gotta sleep at my friend's cause else I've got nowhere else to sleep tonight, damn Now I'm out here, hearing my demons again, fighting the angels again Out and away from these demons again, nigga Where we ever friends Brrra, woh, ey Treat these new demons just like they're friends, ey Laying in peace, fuckin' tryin' atleast, but they keep circling triangles around my brain Shit, my eye's looking illuminati, but don't touch me Shit, we ain't even talking about that no more, end of discussion Watch this, I f*ck with my real nigga's like juggins Godamn, making these movies with impact that move mountains, woh But what if you could be a part of third world creative's reality Skurge your lane, don't doubt me on this shit, motherfuckers don't help me So it's T-Thug out here, in this bush, shooting brra brra, and your guns don't click, nigga Out here, with no clicks to hang with Hahaha, we skurge a lane, nigga So deep in this bag, nigga Imma hit this back real quick Bolide, I need me a holiday Ey, nigga, no threesomes, what you say, what you say Hurgh, godamn, might snitch on me, like everyday Pray to god, he don't see my ways Pray my real niggas stay the same Yeah, skurge my lane, one day we gon' draxx them sklounst Terries, tell them, bathroom is occupied, don't come inside motherfucker I might just eat you, I'm hunting, and out here, skurging my lane Watch what you say my friend, what you say friend, T-Thug don't dance Whole team got one, in black Bolide, I said Pump your own damn gas Keep it in the bag pump your own damn gas Keep in the bag