Nathan lyrics

[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
You a pump faker
All the mind on your raps, you never up nothin'
It's the lunch taker
Don't make us pull up at your job on your lunch break
You a cupcaker
I'll get on some Deebo sh*t, n*gga, what chain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells on that Mustang
My shooter ain't got no sense, he with what brain? (Mike done did it, he make it, I'ma kill him)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & PettyPetty]
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that Mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't up nothin'
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that Mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't up nothin' (sh*t, n*gga)
Take the leash off the b*tch, you a cupcaker
Stop fronting for the 'Gram, you be pump faking (Ayy)

[Verse 1: PettyPetty]
My shooter brainless, he pulling up this V12
If I'm pulling up, I'm shooting, they gon' see shells
Never f*ck with thots, keep the Glocks, know the heat fell
The way a n*gga juuging in the streets, I gotta keep bail
These n*ggas pump faking, petty theft a n*gga b*tch, but I'm done taking
Getting money, dropping hundreds, let the bums take 'em
Now I'm on top now, a n*gga done racing
Yeah, cupcake, they ain't face what I face
I ain't never in the race, I'm on top now
Got a Glock FN, got a wop now
Tell a fan don't run to the whip, might get shot down
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that Mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't up nothin'
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't up nothin' (sh*t, n*gga)
Take the leash off the b*tch, you a cupcaker
Stop fronting for the 'Gram, you be pump faking

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
How you think you gon' get away, you in the Mustang?
We superstars, we ain't beefing with no no names
My shooter lost his mind, but he'll still blow brains
A n*gga high as f*ck, but I still want more drank
That's an awful lot of gas, I smoke propane
My next piece, I need diamonds in the whole chain
He keep blowing up her phone, he a cupcaker
I was in school with the bullys and the lunch takers
This not no ghost gun, this an exotic Glock
Beam and the 30 with the exclusive scope from the top
Pull up on him, Call of Duty mode lookin' for Black Opps
n*gga working with the porkeys, we'll wack cops, the Plug
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that Mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't up nothin'
My shooter ain't got no sense, n*gga, what brain?
Don't make us put a hundred shells in that Mustang
All you n*ggas do is lie, steal and pump fake
I set you up in real life, if you ain't up nothin' (sh*t, n*gga)
Take the leash off the b*tch, you a cupcaker
Stop fronting for the 'Gram, you be pump faking