Signed in
We value your privacy
This site uses cookies to improve your browsing experience, analyze site traffic, and show personalized content.
Welcome to Pump.fun!
Pump lets anyone create coins, giving everyone equal access to buy and sell from the start. Prices can move quickly, so trade carefully.
By clicking this button, you agree to the Terms and Conditions, Privacy Policy, and certify that you are over 18 years old.
We value your privacy
This site uses cookies to improve your browsing experience, analyze site traffic, and show personalized content.
I've been in this game for days, it made me an animal It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your sig pushed back Rule numbre uno, never let no one know How much sol you hold, 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man fucked up, get yo' ass rugged up Number two, never let 'em know your next move Don't you know Jeets move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (uh-huh) I done squeezed mad memes at these cats for their coins and sats Number three, never trust nobody Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast sol She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number four, I know you heard this before Never get high on your own supply Number five, never sell no coins where you rest at I don't care if they want a whole sol, tell 'em bounce Number six, that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a memehead paying you back, shit forget it Seven, this rule is so underrated Keep your telegram inner sanctum and shitcoin rooms completely separated Shitcoins and crypto bros don't mix like two sellers and no buyer Find yourself in serious shit Number eight, always keep more supply on you Them cats that squeeze your buys can hold bags too Number nine shoulda been number one to me If you ain't exitin, stay the fuck from the sell butten If lps think you sellin they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your telegram, waiting to start fuddin' Number ten, a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say "Hell no" 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules you'll have mad sats to break up Gotta go, gotta go, more memes to bake up, word up, uh
