From The Pump To The Tank

Lyrics

[Intro] (JR, this beat really slappin') [Chorus: Spank Nitti James] You gotta give 'em all gas from the pump to the tank (From the pump to the tank, ayy) Bro really a scammer, he gon' punch 'til he can't (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Welcome to the nation where a brunch is an eighth (Where a brunch is an eighth) Where we bought every gun but pumps in the crate (We bought every gun but pumps in the crate) I'm with a slut, she gon' suck 'til it paint (With a slut, she gon' suck 'til it painted) Run it up, run it up, this a race (Run it up, run it up, run it up) These Balenciaga runners look like Asics (Thе runners look like) No interruptions whеn I'm thumbin' through them Franklins [Verse: Spank Nitti James] I got all this ice on my pendant, bring a blanket (Better bring a blanket) Ready for this lifestyle, wiggle and get dangerous (Wiggle and get, ayy, ayy) Nitti known to put that shit on, I'm an anus Got them zips gone with a flip phone, I used a Razr (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Riverside Reggie Miller, ballin' like a Pacer (Ballin' like a Pacer) Shit, Uncle Hop was cookin' hard in an apron (Shit, Uncle Hop was cookin' hard) I thought of Mars when I seen stars in the spaceship And, bitch, I'm really livin' large, the crib spacious (And, bitch, I'm really livin' large, the crib spacious) Shit, I be givin' 'em them bars with the cadence (With the cadence, gang) My kit lit up like carnival in Vegas (Ayy, ayy, ayy) We ain't finna do no arguin', we gangsters (We ain't finna do no) Bitch, I'm the bad guy like Barnacle and Mermaid (Gang, gang, gang, gang) These niggas ain't gettin' no money says the survey (Gang, gang, gang, gang) Me and TB flyin' private out of Burbank (Skrrt) The sneaks Prada, but Asaali what the shirt say Another body, I be killin' 'em with wordplay, James [Chorus: Spank Nitti James] You gotta give 'em all gas from the pump to the tank (To the tank) Bro really a scammer, he gon' punch 'til he can't (He gon' punch 'til he can't) Welcome to the nation where a brunch is an eighth Where we bought every gun but pumps in the crate I'm with a slut, she gon' suck 'til it paint Run it up, run it up, this a race These Balenciaga runners look like Asics (They look like Asics) No interruptions when I'm thumbin' through them Franklins (No interruptions when I'm thumbin' through them Franklins) Gotta give 'em all gas from the pump to the tank (Pump to the tank) Bro really a scammer, he gon' punch 'til he can't (He gon' punch 'til he can't) Welcome to the nation where a brunch is an eighth (Welcome to the nation) Where we bought every gun but pumps in the crate (Everything) I'm with a slut, she gon' suck 'til it paint (Until it painted) Run it up, run it up, this a race (Run it up, run it up, bitch) These Balenciaga runners look like Asics (Run it up, run it up, bitch) No interruptions when I'm thumbin' through them Franklins (No interruptions when I'm thumbin' through them—) [Outro: Spank Nitti James] Ayy No interruptions when I'm thumbin' through them Franklins Everyone hushes when I'm thumbin' through them Franklins All this ice in my pendant, bring a blanket Ayy