Intro:
Front to the back
Front to the back
Front to the back pump up the bass
Front to the back

Verse 1:
(Sugg Savage)
Boy I’ve been on Savage. Fuck Topanga.
Strange bae ways from the days of Xanga
Orange Tang and Manga with erect mid fingers.
Me the Pink Ranger, danger danger.
It’s the game changers, don’t state the name bruh.
Everybody riding gon’ say it for yah
Jiggy on the corner sipping my Corona.
Looking sexy cuz I’m tryna be my guys Sharona AH

(IrieX)
Oh here she come with all of that lip,
dont get her started.
Activate this.
Im just trying to get you to move your damn hips.
If you're with it, no slipping.
Dont pick it up 'less you're bout the damn biz
slame to the rhythm, rhymes my captive.
Three drops of sweet, three of aggressive
stir it up, stir it up, stir it up.

Tonight,
we baking to establish.
In the mixie with Ixie,
Show your parish wats goodie.
Show off for your hoodie.
Tonight,
we baking to establish.
In the mixie with Ixie,
Show your parish wats goodie.
Show off for your hoodie.
Tonight, we baking to establish.
We cooking with Sugg and
all my wind time women,
and all my fellas with footin.

Chorus:
Front to the back pump up the bass
Jamaica, Trinidad pump up the bass
Cali, Baghdad pump up the bass
pump up the bass pump up the bass
Murdaland, Murdaland pump up the bass
Mammy Africans pump up the bass
Front to the back pump up the bass
Pump up the bass pump up the bass
Front to the back pump up the bass
Front to the back pump up the bass
Font to the back pump up the bass pump up the bass pump up the bass
(Mother fucking put your hands up)

Verse 2:
(IrieX)
All my consious creatures.
All the beacons of the evening.
We came to squad it out
Give em something to beleive in
Get beneath the feeling
Free up the beat.
Pump it up, we rise,
Pump it up, we rise.

(Sugg Savage)
I's detached as Sandra Bullock in space tryna pull up the race
Palm to the face, palms swinging in the breeze. Palm spring to middle east.
Come quick and pick a need. What technique do you please?
Gun clacking in the street, drunk clapping on the beat,
Brick stacking, tweaked tapping, smacked packing up the heat,
Come quick and pick a need. Who do you appease? Okay
I don seen some things. I never snatched a chain.
I never pushed a range. But I’d murk a motherfucker if I get the chance.
And his name is _____ and do that Yayo dance in my draws.
Middle finger to the old life, no life. Hustler for life,
Living the struggle life, puggle strife, in the city as an underdog.
Tuck and fumble not. Fuck and tumble lots.
Give it to me now
Simmer down now.

Chorus:
Front to the back pump up the bass
Jamaica Trinidad pump up the bass
Cali Baghdad pump up the bass pump up the bass pump up the bass
Murdaland Murdaland pump up the bass
Mammy Africans pump up the bass
Front to the back pump up the bass
Pump up the bass pump up the bass
Front to the back pump up the bass
Front to the back pump up the bass
Font to the back pump up the bass pump up the bass pump up the bass (x2)
(Mother fucking put your hands up)