Pumpin Gas

[Intro: Boldy James]

What the fuck is up? In the place to be

Niggas better know we from the motherfuckin' D

Louie on the track, Boldy on the cut

[?] close while we rip shit up

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Well, I'm a DT [?] nigga for sure

When I step in the spot, it's Blocks plus [?]

With my shooters and my troops jumping out the Coupe

BB King Concreatures, Bold Block's living proof

Of a Ziploc smuggler, you, you just a buster

If you heard [?] you'd think I was a drug lord

Whipping deuces with [?] on the mob

And every [?] I give him a vibe

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

I'm still eight-ball flippin', the zippers unzippin'

If niggas get to trippin', I'm slappin' my clip in

In the trap spot I be running through slabs

Weigh it up on the scale and put the money in bags

On [?] was getting [?] twenty a week

Mr. Boldface James, I'm supplying the streets

I'm [?] with them crates and [?]

It's Concreature, Boldy James on the drug zone

[Verse 3: Louie P. Newton]

Rolling through the hood, [?] tearing shit up

Don't think to lock the window just to say "What's up?"

To my niggas on the corner caught serving them rocks

That [?] 'cause there ain't shit else to do on the block

Niggas start shooting dice, I'm like "What the fuck?"

I'm feeling like [?], I'ma try my luck

You know these hoes on my jock, that's 24/7

[?] these niggas, selling dimes [?]

[Verse 4: Louie P. Newton]

Still a [?] point, even ten to four

Started stuntin' in my raps as I'm taking niggas [?]

'Til one wack nigga go and start hating

He was mad that I smashed the lil chick he was raising

Pulled out his strap, all I saw was a flask

I felt like Neo when I spazzed on his ass

He shot, I shot

As you could see I cold smoked his ass

[Outro]