Pump 9 Songtext
von Eddie Valero

These folks crazier than a motherfucker
Yeah
Dt Tha Kidd
Beat those drums


Glitter on my chest this shit here hittin
It look like lightning struck
Think I might be trippin
Im on pump nine in a Cybertruck
Opps and em aint know nothin
Tell em bump down get that diaper tucked
Polar bear my skate I want two something
Thats for that white and fluff
Bitch Im off this Don and Im on dirt
Im tryna nail it numb
Smack her shit like water Jell-o out the pack
Can tell its done
All he do is blog and belt to ass
He tried to yell and run
Locked in with them reefer boys
So I knew how to sell it young


Didnt no nigga juice me up bitch I been him
I built my own hype
Marriot at valet Im in Lanvins
Had a long night
Cranberry with Titos Im out west
That shit a long flight
Freak hoes at my shows pick by the fours
I got a strong bike
Blinded by these rocks
No I cant dance but got a Milly wrist
Baltimore my whore
She aint got nothin on my thick Philly bitch
Wallet chain my jeans like a white boy
Im on my Billy shit
Cousin got the oil Im talkin bout drink
Never no Diddy shit
Money get me high
Bitch Im gonna chase it til my legs bust
Never lose no motion
Im OK cause I put bread up
Debra J raised gangsters
At her funeral we had red tuxes
Walk in with my chest out
When you see me got my head up
Never saw no drought
Cause Im the one that brought them cases through
Catch me in them Rickys like Tre friend
I got them laces loose
Button up like its prom night
Tell my folks and em bring them Shakeys through
No need to drop the low
Im anywhere they say them faces blue

Glitter on my chest this shit here hittin
It look like lightning struck
Think I might be trippin
Im on pump nine in a Cybertruck
Opps and em aint know nothin
Tell em bump down get that diaper tucked
Polar bear my skate I want two something
Thats for that white and fluff
Bitch Im off this Don and Im on dirt
Im tryna nail it numb
Smack her shit like water Jell-o out the pack
Can tell its done
All he do is blog and belt to ass
He tried to yell and run
Locked in with them reefer boys
So I knew how to sell it young (yeah, yeah)

I dont give a damn what he does
Send his ass home
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Dont rub on that
You blot that, you understand?
Thats alpaca
Thats twenty-five thousand dollar alpaca
You blot that shit, you dont rub em
Put the club soda on there
Simple Simon ass motherfucker and listen
From now on
Dont nobody talk to me directly, you understand?
You got business with me, you talk to Huey
Huey, you talk to me, you got it?