Lil Pump – Drug Addicts lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm, ayy what’s up
Speedin’ in my Lambo, racin’
Everybody in my gang is drug addicts
Chyeah, ooh, ooh (brr), chyeah, chyeah
Baby!
Ooh!

[Chorus]
Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah)
Take a lot of sh*t, forgot what happened (forgot what happened)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit)
I swear to God, you can’t be on my status (I swear to God!)
Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!)
I’ma show you how to live life (yeah, ooh!)
Take a lot of drugs, don’t think twice (wow)
I do this every day and all night (ooh, ooh!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug addicts)

[Verse]
I been smokin’ since I was eleven (ouu, eleven)
I been poppin’ pills since I was seven (chyeah, I was seven)
Told my pastor I don’t do confessions (hell nah)
‘Cause I pop a lot of molly for my breakfast (oou, molly!)
I ain’t never listen to nobody (no!)
In the courthouse off of ecstasy (god damn!)
And your baby mama layin’ next to me! (huh?)
After she just sucked me, I just told her ass to leave (bitch get out, ouu)
Everybody ’round me, like, them opp-sies (brr!)
I was too leaned out to drive the ‘Rari (huh?)
Made her ass wait two hours in the lobby (thot!)
I can’t go outside, ’cause I see papparazzi (chyeah, brr)
Take another pill, now I’m feeling better (ouu, X)
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, yeah I’m a trend-setter (Gucci Gang!)
Bustin’ all on your bitch, wiped it off with my sweater (ouu!)
I’m a drug addict, I’m richer than my professor (man, f*ck school)

[Chorus]
Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah)
Take a lot of sh*t, forgot what happened (forgot what happened)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit)
I swear to God, you can’t be on my status (I swear to God!)
Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!)
I’ma show you how to live life (yeah, ooh!)
Take a lot of drugs, don’t think twice (wow)
I do this every day and all night (ooh, ooh!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (chyeah, ooh, ooh, chyeah!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug addicts)

Lil Pump – Iced Out lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track man!

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah, I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like I peed on (yellow like I peed on)
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn it on?
I got the remote control

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

Lil Pump – Whitney lyrics

(feat. Chief Keef)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Hop in a foreign and step on it
Sippin’ on good drank, and I got a loaf on
Cops pull me over right now they gon’ lock me up
‘Cause I got all this smoke on me
And I’m so mothafuckin’ inked
Lookin’ like the tattoo man just wrote on me
In the all white P1 lookin’ like I got a whole bunch of coke on me
Slide down, ride down, I’m the king, bow down
One day smoke a half pound, milkin’ up, cash cow
I’m very important, me and my gang don’t do pat downs
I bet I fucked yo’ bitch, told foenem put the racks out
You know me and gang goin’ for the slide
The shit we on finna fly
Yo bitch pointin’ up to the sky
She know I got them mob ties
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the grass
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the cash
Shooters on your ass, ASAP

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Damn, Gucci Gang on top
Damn, yo’ bitch gave me top
Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block
Damn, pull up, drop top ‘Rari
Ooh, my bitch off a molly
Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin’ thottie
Ooh, ten bands on my neck
Ooh, I just love to flex
Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop

Lil Pump – ESSKEETIT lyrics

[Intro]
CB on the beat
Only wear designer, esskeetit…
Ouu, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, ouu, brr
Yeah, ouu, wow
Yeah, yeah, ouu, ouu

[Chorus]
Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (ouu!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (chyeah!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (yuh, X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch (ouu), yeah
And I got a new deal (ouu!)
Only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (yuh, yuh!)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib like “what up, bitch!” (ouu)
Got a penthouse sittin’ on my wrist (brrt)
And my grandma sippin’ on Actavis (Act’)
Got a lot of ice, and I’m cold as shit
And these bitches love to talk a lot (ouu)
Pull out the Porsche out the car garage (brrt)
And I never had a job (nah)
I’m high as fuck, took a trip to Mars (goddamn)
Ice on ice on ice (ice), took a private jet to Dubai (ouu)
Bitch, you better buy your own flight
Bust down smackin’, no light (yeah)
And she show titties on Skype (yeah)
Smoke quarter pound to the face, esskeetit
Everything that you done did, I done did it
Pockets on swole, like it’s 24 Fitness (yeah)
800 bands just layin’ in the kitchen (goddamn)

[Chorus]
Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (yeah, ouu!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (yuh!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X (brrt)
Poppin’ on X, pills (yuh, X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch (ouu, yeah, brrt)
And I got a new deal (ouu!)
Only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (yuh)

[Verse 2]
Pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring froze, pinkie ring covered in gold (ouu)
Too much diamonds on my neck, think I might choke (yuh)
Had a threesome with your bitch, with my eyes closed (damn)
Tell my side hoe bring it through the back door, oh!
I got eighty-thousand in my envelope (ouu)
I just got a “Gucci Gang” medal, though (yeah)
Damn, I got some homies that went federal (uh)
Look at my two-tone Patek, I smash a ho then forget
I got a fridge on my neck (yeah), I’m smokin’ gas on a jet (uh)
Ouu, I just love to flex (yeah)
Blew out two million that Tootsie’s (ouu), I made your auntie a groupie (yeah)
And you know my life a movie (uh, ouu), I got sticks like Call of Duty (ouu, yeah)

[Chorus]
Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (yeah, ouu!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (yuh!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X (brrt)
Poppin’ on X, pills (yuh, X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch (ouu, yeah, brrt)
And I got a new deal (ouu!)
Only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu!)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu!)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (brrt)

[Outro]
Ouu, only wear designer, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, esskeetit (ouu)
Smashin’ on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!)
Runnin’ up a check with no limit (ouu)
Poppin’ on X, poppin’ on X
Poppin’ on X, pills (poppin’ on X)
Got a new car, got a new bitch
And I got a new deal (brrt)

smokepurpp – Big Bucks

[Intro]
Lil Purpp bless your trap, huh
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 1]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
We can get up, nigga, we can get up
Chopper leave a nigga doing sit-ups
That’s yo hoe? I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister
And I hit it ’til the morning, then I dipped her
Yeah, dripped up, yeah bitch I’m Ricked up
100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up
All that fu shit on your neck gon’ get you rashed up
Swear I’m flexing on these niggas, bitch, I sauce
Niggas fallin’ off the game, and I’m the cause
I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause
You get no money, lil nigga, hold applause

[Chorus]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

[Verse 2]
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain
And I came with two pistols like I’m Max Payne
Six Os in my bank, I can’t think the same
You got your mind around these bitches, we don’t think the same
Damn, and I sip on Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok
Pop a perc, then I xan, then I drop
I just pulled up to my show to drop the top
Krispy Kreme, I’m doing donuts in the lot

[Chorus]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
Lil Purpp!

August Alsina – Gucci Gang (Remix)

[Hook]
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang whipping out the new Range
California living in the hills so the view changed
Never fuck a girl who do cocaine
That’s a violation to the dope game
You fuck a bitch
She forget your name
I fuck a bitch, she don’t be the same
Niggas want to know if I rep a gang
Tell em fuck that, I’m from the NO
Real niggas act like they been on
[?] these niggas been on fish food
I ain’t no ordinary rich dude
Grew up in the gutter
I ain’t never made bitch moves
Self-made and it’s official
If she around me, better watch the way your bitch move

[Verse 1]
Now you mad, cuz your hoe choosing
You will lose her
Maybe cuz you been snoozing
Taking way too many Xans and the percs
I been hard at work, steady improving
Counting money on the gram, thinking you the man
Now you understand why your girl ain’t trying to do you man
I don’t know you so I won’t call you fake
But your girl in my face
Tell me that I’m realler than you
I’m thinking it might be the truth
She fucking me like she got something to prove
She sucking me like she got nothing to lose
She came up to me, took her nothing to choose
Thinking it might be the truth
You mugging me like you got something to prove
Don’t fuck with me cuz I got nothing to loose
You run up at me Imma aim it and shoot, ya

[Hook]
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang
Gucci Gang whipping out the new Range
California living in the hills so the view changed
Never fuck a girl who do cocaine
That’s a violation to the dope game
You fuck a bitch
She forget your name
I fuck a bitch, she don’t be the same
Niggas want to know if I rep a gang
Tell em fuck that, I’m from the NO
Real niggas act like they been on
[?] these niggas been on fish food
I ain’t no ordinary rich dude
Grew up in the gutter
I ain’t never made bitch moves
Self-made and it’s official
If she around me, better watch the way your bitch move

Better watch the way your bitch move
(Better watch the way your bitch move)

smokepurpp – Bless Yo Trap

[Intro]
Huh?

[Chorus]
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap

[Verse]
We can get into it boy, what you waitin’ for?
I got 4s to pull, Os to smoke
Bitch it’s Lil Purpp, I might fuck your hoe
Diamond chain, diamonds on my teeth, diamonds on my ring
For the gang, bitch it’s Gucci Gang, and we blowin’ brains
You can’t see my eyes I got designer frames
Pulled up in a foreign skirtin’ everything
Off the lean like a kickstand, can’t feel anything
Got a full clip I’m bustin’ everything
And I keep a choppa bitch I make it say
Pulled up to the club I’m throwin’ everything
Pulled up on your brother then I hit a stain
I need his weed, I need his Xans, I need his everything

[Chorus]
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap