Lil Pump

Lil’ Pump – Illuminati Lyrics (feat. Anuel Aa)

Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón? (Brr, brr)
Real hasta la muerte
Brr, jeje (Jeje)
Los intocable’, ¿oíste, lambebicho?
Anuel, ¡ah! (ESSKEETIT, uy)
Vestío’ e’ negro, Free Mason
Y la glopeta chipea’ con la mascara ‘e Jason (Brr)
Lo’ peine’ en la correa
Y cuidándome de lo’ del full y la DEA (Amén)
Y te acostamo’ en la brea (¿Ah?)
Lo’ cuatro siete son rápido’ como varea (Two)
Y te matamo’ a ‘onde sea y hacemo’ cien año’, cabrón
Aquí nadie chotea (Loco)

Illuminati (¡Ah!)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (¡Jaja!)
To’ rojo el Ferrari (Skrt)
Y to’a esta’ prepago me chingan de grati’ (Ah)
Illuminati (-lluminati, prr)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Illuminati)
To’ rojo el Polaris (Polaris)
Y yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party (Brr, jaja)
Illuminati (Ah, yo’)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Illuminati)
To’ rojo el Ferrari (Skrt)
Y to’a esta’ prepago me chingan de grati’ (Uy)
Illuminati (-lluminati, prr)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Amén)
To’ rojo el Polaris (Polaris, brr)
Y yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party (¡Jaja!)

Te prendemo’ el cartel
Y te hacemo’ la boda, cabrón, con la muerte (Ah)
Y Lucifer va a buscarte
Pero te vas pa’ la morgue, cabrón, pa’ cocerte (Jaja)
Veinte kilo ‘e tecata (Tecata)
Y tenemo’ la vía con la azafata (Con la azafata)
De extensión la culata (La culata)
Y te damo’ un jumpazo y te ponemo’ a mover la bachata (¡Brr!)
Lo’ kilo’, la’ corta’ y lo’ palo’
Las bala’ son real y son Hollow
Coroné como Pablo y Gonzalo (Jaja)
Y yo hago Gucci, yo nunca señaló (Ah)
Yo soy un demonio, y yo soy un diablo
Y en los Billboard, yo soy un rey (Rey)
Y yo soy millonario soy intocable
hijo ‘e puta, como Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane, brr)

Illuminati (¡Ah!, show)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (¡Jaja!)
To’ rojo el Ferrari (Skrt)
Y to’a esta’ prepago me chingan de grati’ (Ah)
Illuminati (-lluminati, prr)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Illuminati)
To’ rojo el Polaris (Polaris)
Y yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party (Brr, jaja)

Illuminati (Ah)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Illuminati, ooh)
To’ rojo el Ferrari (Skrt)
Y to’a esta’ prepago me chingan de grati’ (Uy)
Illuminati (-lluminati)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Amén), ooh
To’ rojo el Polaris (Polaris)
Y yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party (¡Jaja!, ooh)

Illuminati (Ouu)
Might wake up tomorrow and buy a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Illuminati (Yeah, sheesh)
Swerve in the rari while I’m on a Oxy (Brr)
Two twin hoes in the lobby (In the lobby, ouu)
Sorry, bitch, I don’t say sorry (Uh-uh, yeah)
f*ck on a bitch from the UK (Yeah)
I put her on molly, now she act retarded (Damn)
Illuminati make a bitch go crazy (Go crazy)
I don’t know which one of these my baby (Uh)
Bust down, AP cost 180 (Bust down)
Thirty-five bullets in your head like KD (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
Buss it, buss it, bitch, go buss it (Go bust it, brr)
And I had ten pipes with me in Russia (Goddamn)
You don’t want to f*ck me? f*ck on my cousin (On my cousin)
Illuminati, bitch, I’m on my f*ck shit (Ooh, brr)

Illuminati (¡Ah!, show)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (¡Jaja!)
To’ rojo el Ferrari (Skrt)
Y to’a esta’ prepago me chingan de grati’ (Ah)
Illuminati (-lluminati, prr)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Illuminati)
To’ rojo el Polaris (Polaris)
Y yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party (Brr, jaja)
Illuminati (Ah)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Illuminati, ooh)
To’ rojo el Ferrari (Skrt)
Y to’a esta’ prepago me chingan de grati’ (Uy)
Illuminati (-lluminati)
Illumi, Illumi, Illuminati (Amén), ooh
To’ rojo el Polaris (Polaris)
Y yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party (¡Jaja!)

Brr
¿Ah?
Lil Pump
Lo’ intocable’, ¿oíste, cabrón?
Prr
Mera, dime, Lil Pump
Mera, dime, Spiff
Mera, dime, EQ
Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?
Brr
Yo cobro cuatrociento’ y quiniento’ por party
¿Mera, cuánto?
Quiniento’ por party, jajaja

Lil Pump – Nu Uh Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-huh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh
Uh-huh, chyeah, ooh, brrt, Lil Pump
Ooh (Danny, I see you)
Ooh (Hehehehe, Misogi)

[Chorus]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah)
Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
What’s your name? Lil Pump (Brrt)
Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah)
I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt)
So you know I stay fucked up (Damn)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

[Verse]
Don’t talk to me (Brrt)
Smashed your ho, she said you a rookie, uh-huh (Chyeah)
Real drug addict, what up?
Woke up in the morning, wonder how to get fucked up (Ooh)
Swear to God shit won’t stop, ten hoes in the yacht
Even got your sister and your mom (Damn)
Still do drugs on house arrest (Ooh)
Bitch, I forgot the day we met (Huh?)
Failed math class, two percent (Two)
Put the Hi-Tech on my desk (Tech)
I don’t like school anyway (Brrt)
Dropped out, made a million dollars next day (Ooh, chyeah)
Yeah, I found my teacher on Backpage (Ooh)
Pop three Xans and I go on a rampage (Damn)
Get geeked up on a Sunday (Chyeah)
Crash the Porsche, left it on the highway (Brrt)
Goddamn, my life’s so good (Goddamn)
Grandma sold crack and she still in the hood (Ooh)
Told her ass work ’cause all she do is cook
Learned how to sell crack ‘fore I learned to read a book (Wow)

[Chorus]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah)
Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
What’s your name? Lil Pump (Brrt)
Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah)
I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt)
So you know I stay fucked up (Damn)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Lil Pump – Welcome To The Party lyrics

[Intro]
I can’t (ooh)
I can’t feel my body (chyeah, ooh, Lil Pump, chyeah)
Ooh, ooh (brr)
Ooh, ooh (chyeah)
Ooh, ooh

[Hook]
I can’t feel my body ’cause I pop a lot of Molly (Molly)
Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ooh)
Got a lot of thotties, yeah I fuck a lot of thotties (esskeetit)
Tryna fuck shawty, I’m just tryna fuck shawty (ooh)
I can’t feel my body (no)
I can’t feel my body (chyeah)
I can’t feel my body (ooh) ’cause I pop a lot of Molly (Molly)
I can’t feel my body (ooh) ’cause I pop a lot of Molly (chyeah)
Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ooh, chyeah)

[Verse]
Welcome to the trap (ooh)
Got my grandma selling crack (chyeah)
I make what you make in one year
Sitting down just moving packs (damn)
Make a bitch do jumping jacks (ooh)
Like she was a acrobat (chyeah)
Got these bitches looking at me crazy
‘Cause I got face tats (brr, ooh)
Ooh, drip, drip, drip
I cannot go wife a bitch (nope!)
Drop 5 million on my crib (chyeah)
Now Lil Pump is rich as shit (huh)
Ooh, and I still am on probation (ooh)
Popped a pill I feel amazing (brr)
You just broke and you just hating (ooh)
All these diamonds on me skating (Lil Pump)
Man, I do this every day (chyeah)
Spent three thousand on some shades (huh)
I got bitches in L.A. (brr)
Your boyfriend broke his diamonds fake (chyeah)

[Bridge]
Man, I got, like, 3 million dollars in jewelry
ESSKEETIT!!!

[Hook]
I can’t feel my body ’cause I pop a lot of Molly (Molly)
Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ooh)
Got a lot of thotties, yeah I fuck a lot of thotties (esskeetit)
Tryna fuck shawty, I’m just tryna fuck shawty (ooh)
I can’t feel my body (no)
I can’t feel my body (chyeah)
I can’t feel my body (ooh) ’cause I pop a lot of Molly (Molly)
I can’t feel my body (ooh) ’cause I pop a lot of Molly (chyeah)
Welcome to the party, welcome to the drug party (ooh, chyeah)

[produced by: Valentino Khan & Diplo]

Lil Pump – Next lyrics

(feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be fuckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m next
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (your bitch)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what? what? what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuck that lil’ bitch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your bitch, she on the jet too (your bitch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
Pussy too good, ooh
Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Syrup for breakfast (syrup)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (woah)
New freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

Lil Pump – Elementary lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)

[Hook]
I been selling bricks since elementary (Elementary)
I been hitting licks since elementary (Elementary)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Of the century)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (2nd grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary (4th grade)
Elementary (5th grade)
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary
I been serving bricks since like the 1st grade
I been counting bands, balling like I’m D. Wade

[Verse 1]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin’ shotty (Brrr)
Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty)
I pull to the cut strapped up like a fucking army (ESKETIT)
Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh)

[produced by: Smokepurpp]

Lil Pump – Lil Pump lyrics

[Refrain]
Momma told me ”Lil Pump won’t be shit” (I won’t be shit!) (brr!)
I told lil bitch “I could move these bricks” (could move these bricks!)
I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips!) (brrah, brrah, grrah!)
All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy (brr!)

[Bridge]
Brr, gang, gang (whew, whew!)
Ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-baow!
Brr, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang (brr!)

[Refrain]
Momma told me ”Lil Pump won’t be shit” (I won’t be shit!) (brr!)
I told lil bitch “I could move these bricks” (could move these bricks!)
I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips!) (brrah, brrah, grrah!)
All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy (drill shit!) (brr!)

[Extended Chorus]
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (yah, yah, yah!)
AR-15 with Smith&Wesson (Smith&Wesson!) (ayy!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (yo!)
God told me “Lil Pump a blessin'” (you a blessin’!) (ayy!)

[Verse]
Lil Pump, boy, you know you a blessin’, ayy (you a blessin’, ooh!) (gang, gang!)
Once I hit you with that .30, it teach you a lesson, ayy (it teach you a lesson, ayy!) (brr!)
Bitch, one day I went to fuckin’ church (went to fuckin’ church!)
Pastor told me ”Boy, you off the purpp” (God damn!) (yah, yah!)
He told the same thing to my nigga Smokepurpp (he did!) (ooh!)
Pull up to the scene, skrrt off in a Lambo (skrr, skrr, skrr!) (skrr!)
I was born and raised in the fuckin’ bando (in the bando!) (yah, yah!)
Since the third grade, I been had commando, ooh (brrah, brrah!) (yah!)

[Chorus]
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah (okay!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu (okay!)
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (skrr!)
AR-15 with Smith&Wesson (Smith&Wesson!) (skrr, skrr, skrr!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu

[produced by: Richysamo & Smokepurpp]

Lil Pump – Movin’ lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Lil Pump
Ice, ice
Ice

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’ (brr), ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump & SmokePurpp]
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
That bitch actin’ stupid, ooh
Hunnid on wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Comin’ in the trap, I’m movin’, ooh
Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother
Damn, then I’ll rob your brother (ooh)
Damn, slap him with some butter (yuh)
Damn, hunnid—ooh, huh?—on wrist like Usher, damn

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Hunnid on my wrist like Usher (huh?)
In the Rari, bitch, I’m burnin’ off rubber (skrrt, okay)
Fuck a bitch, give a fuck ’bout her brother (brother, uh)
If the teacher give me homework, I’ma cut her (I don’t know)
I be in the trap (trap), I be in the trap (trap)
Lil Pump pulled up and gave your momma crack (what?)
Runnin’ through the back, ’cause you know I need a sack
Pull up to the wedding and I pull up with a strap (bah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh

[produced by: Ronny J]

Lil Pump – Back lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
2-17 on the track, man
Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ show, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m in the trap and I’m shippin’ out hella packs (damn)
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Been sellin’ crack since the eighties, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up baby, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rub
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ fronto
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Lil Pump – Boss lyrics

[Intro & Producertag]
Diablo murder
Ooh, yeah
Lil Pump!
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (brr)
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (trap)
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, (ooh)
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh

[Verse]
Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
Fuck a nigga bitch, don’t care, damn
Throwing up racks in the air, damn
Told that bitch “Lil Pump, yeah, ooh”, damn
I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me shit
Pop 4 Xans then I fucked a nigga’s bitch
Never went to school cause I was always flippin’ bricks, ayy
Yeah, I came up with the sauce, damn
Yeah, I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top, damn
Gave my mom 2 Glocks, damn
Everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and it’s Fiji, ooh, damn
Everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and it’s Fiji, ooh

[Chorus]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

Lil Pump – Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, essketit

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Verse]
Jump in this bitch and go stupid, yeah
I’m so rich, look like Rick Rubin, huh
Fuck a bitch, I leave her coolin’, yuh
Six in the mornin’, I boot her
I pop hella Molly, I drive Maserati
Then shut down your party, I air out the shawty
We drink hella water, we run through your daughter
Shotgun supporter, I’m takin’ yo’ motor
I bust out my Rollie, I bust out my wrist
And I’m walkin’ to class and I’m takin’ yo’ bitch
And you can’t tell me nothin’, young nigga but rich
If he say somethin’ stupid, I’m sendin’ them hits
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Outro]
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh

Lil Pump – Foreign lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, huh? (brr)
Ooh, Lil Pump, Lil Pump (brr)
Ooh (yeah!)

[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ooh
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar

[Verse]
Pull up to the strip, ooh
Bust down on my wrist, ooh
What’s yo’ birthday wish? Huh
Bitch, come suck my dick, ooh
I don’t ask her questions, I’m the youngest flexin’
Lil Pump a blessin’, I could teach you lessons
Pull up to a party, oou, and I’m off a molly, damn
I’ma prolly’ fuck yo’ daughter cause she hella thottie
Swervin’ Maserati’s, bitches in the lobby
Bitch, I’m choppin’ up a brick like I know karate

[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ooh
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar

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 – Molly lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump, Big Head & Ronny J]
Huh? Ayy, Lil Pump (ooh, Bi-Big Head on the beat)
Lil Pump, ayy (Ronny J on the beat, bitch)

[Chorus]
I got designer from head to my toe
I’m on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X, and I just poured a 4
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean

[Verse]
Lil Pump, rich, he finna get richer
I popped a bean, and fuck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you gon’ kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin’ like glitter (brr, brr)
I got designer from head to my feet (ooh)
I pop a X, so you know I be geek (damn)
Rockin’ Balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh)
I’m off the Xans, and I pour me some lean (Lil Pump)
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?)
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene (brr)
Drippin’ designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pulled up, he changin’ the weather (brr, brr)
I popped a molly, I popped a bean
I fuck your bih, ’cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh?)
I chug a pint and I just go to sleep

[Chorus]
I got designer from head to my toe
I’m on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X, and I just poured a 4
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I got designer from head to my toe
I’m on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X, and I just poured a 4
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross & Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
Carol City in this m’fucka
Lil’ Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
Fifty million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Lil Pump]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate, though
Get whacked in the front seat
FaceTime when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Fast break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a Donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
(Bang)
Lil Pump, ooh, aye

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louis sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yeah
I think I’m whippin’ up Whitney
I’m whippin’ up Whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yeah

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hoe, I got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beef, we got that
And I got water on me like Flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I’m off the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like ten chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
Yuh, yuh
Lil Purpp, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh
Prrrrt
Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh
Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh
Ronny J, listen up

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh)
I just had a stroke
Yeah, your baby daddy broke
Legit pay no child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walk in the club and I flex like oou
Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe
Niggas hate me, but I don’t see you
Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
I just smoke my dope (what)
Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, prrr)
Came to the party in a boat (yuh)
Chains on my neck make me choke (huh)
Balmain on my jeans (yuh)
Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp)
She gon’ swallow kids (huh, yeah)
That’s a Kid’s Cuisine, yeah

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn)
Mama told me no (ooh, no)
I feel like El Chapo (yuh)
Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (what)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 4: SmokePurpp]
Lil Pump still sell crack (ooh)
His mom still move packs (uh)
Fuckin’ up the racks up at Sak’s (uh)
In the trap, still movin’ dime sacks (uh)
Poppin’ hella Molly and X (uh, yuh)
Fuckin’ on your bitch and your ex (what)
She rubbin’ on my dick like a pet (uh)
Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

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 – Youngest Flexer lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap, what?)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar checks up the grown way

[Hook: Lil Pump]
I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants)
I just left the trap, and I’m off the Xans (and I’m off the Xans)
Bitch, I’m high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?)
I’m the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

Ski Mask The Slump God – COOLEST MONKEY IN THE JUNGLE (feat. SahBabii) lyrics

[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God & Kodak Black]
Yuh!
Okay!
I was just in the desert for some fuckin’ days
Almost lost my motherfuckin’ life
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit
Yuh!

[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]
In my life I fucked a couple witches, think I’m a wizard
Hot as desert critters, or cookin’ gizzard
Lick her like a lizard, that how I litter
‘Cause she got them itty bitty titties, just like the comittee
That bitch kitty be kiddin’ me, tryna belittle me
Know that she feelin’ me, giggity-giggity!
It be no biggity, diamonds move fidgetty
Smoke me a ciggity, fuck all your bitches, b

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (I’m the coolest monkey in the-)
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (I’m the coolest monkey in the-)
Sauce that you had, you been fumbled (sauce, sauce)
And tell the white supremacist to lick my big toe (water!)
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (wet!)
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (I’m the coolest monkey in the-)
Sauce that you had, you been fumbled (oh!)
And tell the white supremacist to lick my big toe (deep throat!)

[Verse 2: SahBabii]
I used to live in the jungle, yeah
I got my thumb in her butthole
All of these bitches is hungry (hungry)
You can’t get full, you too hungry (hungry)
Try to eat me, bitch, you dumb, dumb (dumb)
Big Glock with the drum, drum
Off top goin’ dumb dumb
Big Glock, pop, pop, pop
I’m with the Slump
Sawed off shotgun, call it Lil Pump
We live in the swamp (swamp)
Shots and Timbos, don’t get stomped (yeah)
These bitches be killin’ me, swear they be feelin’ me
Hop on another D, giggity, giggity
I wanna feel on her tiggity-biggities
Bitch, you some Ace and these niggas is centipedes (ayy)
Fire lil’ monkey with the dread (ayy)
Baby, go bust your head with a brick like Craig
To the white meat, nigga, I ain’t talkin’ red
Bitch, I ain’t scared
Come down to weaponry, bitch, I got expertise
Bitch, I am kerosene, save up my specialty
Fully auto bullets, not movin’ separately
I send them killers to come at you presently (yeah)

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (I’m the coolest monkey in the-)
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (I’m the coolest monkey in the-)
Sauce that you had, you been fumbled (sauce, sauce)
And tell the white supremacist to lick my big toe (water!)
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (wet!)
I’m the coolest monkey in the jungle (I’m the coolest monkey in the-)
Sauce that you had, you been fumbled (ooh!)
And tell the white supremacist to lick my big toe

[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Um, okay, like your bitch gon’ kiss me like there is a mistletoe
Fly like a fairy like my name Juandissimo
Not necessary to call paramedics
My jewelry been sick with a cold since a year ago
Spin on my nuts, 6-1-9 like Mysterio
She said my nuts taste like honey, no Cheerio
It be no biggie, though, fuck European ho
How does she greet you, though? She be like, “Cheerio!”
Water!
It’s how the fabric be when you look at this material
Head your bitch gave me, I would describe it as remedial
Just got up thinkin’ ’bout aliens that ate some cereal
Ooh, what’d you do next?
Fuck on your auntie, then put my thumb right on her hairy hole
Will never stop until my voice is on every stereo
Diamonds that’s on me look nice against this nice material

Tee Grizzley – Jettski Grizzley (feat. Lil Pump) lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, Eskeetit!
Helluva made this beat, baby
Eskeetit!

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & Lil Pump]
If I catch an opp in traffic he gon catch the K
Hope he know that when I shoot I’m tryna catch his face (oh)
Called my plug like which bag I’m bout to catch today (oh)
I got 200 on that rolls, you can’t catch the wraith (Esketit!)
I’m in love with my bitch ass cheeks (oh)
Told her hold my lap was her assigned seat (yeah)
He gon’ choke her out if he found out I had her choking (wow)
And my watch mil’, you a drone, my AP the ocean (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Esketit!
Please don’t call me Pump my name Jetski (Jetski)
Million dollars cash, just laying in the bedsheets
All your jewelry fake, boy, that shit don’t impress me (nope)
Got a AP, sip lean don’t drink candy (oh)
Tag team a bitch pass her to the bro (ohh)
Ex-bitch a hoe I had to let her go (let her go)
Had her suck my dick for a line of coke (oh)
Spent 20 thousand on a rain coat (huh)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
She looked at my wrist, she had a heart attack
Bitch you in ya house, shakin’ shit just like a runnin’ back
Gave your bitch good dick, had her doing jumpin’ jack
2 mill, 8 mill, man I want it all cash
20 on my gucci fit (ohh), yeah I got a thick bitch
All you niggas counterfeit
Spanish hoe she with the shits
I put 10 bricks on a Lyft (ohh)
Too much hoes I cannot pick
Don’t know which one I should hit (ohh)

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
I might fly the jet to Waikiki (G5)
3500 for the sweater cuz it’s GG (gucci!)
Hit her in the shower, made that bitch do the mini-me
Me and Jetski dripping on a bitch, neck on fiji (water)
Watch really hittin’, ain’t no funny camera tricks (ain’t no app)
Gettin’ chewed up by my lil’ hispanic bitch (como estas)
No you can’t spend the night
Don’t bring your pajamas bitch
And whoever don’t like it suck my dick with extra spit, bitch (Booah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (booah)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

BlocBoy JB – Nun Of Dat (feat. Lil Pump) lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
Simi, load that fuckin’ semi
Hey (ha), hey, yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more (what)
Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go)
You did the set, cool, say no more (no)
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
In the air, like a UFO (in the air)
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control (word)
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control (poop control)
Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout (word)
I’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
And I can’t fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh)
I had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
I be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a traitor (word)
Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m totin’ shit like I’m Mater
2017, made The Fader
Balling on niggas like Lakers
I call up Ben for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you so you raped her
Call you a plate ’cause you ate her
Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil grades up

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That chopper turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your bitch (ouu)
You sipping on Karo, we sip Actavis (chill)
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (ouu)
Kick her ass out because she came with mid (chill)
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ouu)
Ouu, we ain’t with none of that, hoe (huh)
I don’t drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah)
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ouu)
I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn)
And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh)
Could’ve bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat)
I’m so rich but I still want more (more)
I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
Sipping on Wock with Dr. Phil (ouu)
Can’t buy a pint if the bitch ain’t sealed (nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah)
Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed)
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some [?] from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pose
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

Lil Pump – D Rose lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Pump, D. Rose, ooh
100 on my wrist (Lil Pump)
80 on my wrist (ooh, D. Rose)
Ayy, ayy (D. Rose)
Ayy, ayy
Ayy

[Chorus]
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (what?)
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (brr)
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist (ooh)
100 on my wrist, 80 on my wrist
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (ooh, what?)
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (brr, ooh)
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (what, ayy)
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (ooh)
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose

[Verse]
100 on my wrist, bitch, I’m feelin’ like D. Rose
Pop 4 Xans, now I’m feelin’ like a hero (Superman)
Lean got me like Rio (Rio)
And my auntie on P.O. (P.O.)
100 on my wrist, 80 on a brick
Lil Pump never spend his money on a bitch (never)
Never trust a nigga, ’cause he actin’ like a bitch (ooh)
Take a nigga bitch to the Motel 6 (brr)
I just broke my wrist, ’cause I’m whippin’ in the kitchen (yoop)
Pass a brick to my mom, and I told her whip it (whip)
4 bands in the kitchen (ayy)
9 bands in the kitchen (ayy)
I just fucked your bitch (what?)
I just broke my wrist (okay)
I just fucked your bitch (ooh)
I just fucked your bitch (okay)
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose

[Chorus]
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (ooh, what?)
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (brr, ooh)
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (what, ayy)
80 on my wrist, 100 on my wrist (ooh)
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose (and my auntie on P.O.)

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)

Lil Pump – Rick Rubin lyrics

[Intro]
Got four bitches on the Molly (ooh)
Ooh, Lil Pump
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh
That’s it right there, Gnealz
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh

[Chorus]
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Got four bitches on the Molly, ooh
Got five bitches on the addy’, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Hundred on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh

Lil Pump – Designer lyrics

[Intro: News Cast & (Lil Pump)]
You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot
Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school
A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video
(Yeah, Lil Pump, ooh, yeah, yeah, huh, brr)
And the rapper’s name is Lil Pump

[Bridge]
Yuh, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
(Brr)
Yeah, yuh
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches’ butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

[Verse]
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitch, this shit will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m on the drop, ayy
Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash hangin’ out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds drippin’ on me, feelin’ like a water faucet
Broke niggas hatin’ on me, man, this shit need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin’ out my city
Hit AOD’s and I’m blowin’ straight fifties (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me off the Xan’, I squeeze a titty, ayy
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can’t be upset
I’m worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches’ butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

Lil Pump – Designer

[Intro: News Cast]
You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot
Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school
A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video
(Yuh, Lil Pump, ooh, yuh, yuh, huh, brr)
And the rapper’s name is Lil Pump

[Bridge]
Yuh, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh?
(Brr)
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Ayy
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

[Verse]
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitches sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the ops
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m on the drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash hangin’ out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds drippin’ on me, feelin’ like a water faucet
Broke niggas hatin’ on me, man, this shit need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin’ out my city
Hit AODs and I’m blowin’ straight fifties (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I’m worth a couple million, bitch, you know I love to flex

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang

[Hook]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

[Verse]
My lean cost more than your rent, ouu
Your momma still live in a tent, yeah
Still slanging dope in the jets, huh
Me and my grandma take meds, ouu
None of this shit be new to me
Fucking my teacher, call it tutory
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs
Fuck your airline, fuck your company
Bitch your breath smell like some cigarettes
I’d rather fuck a bitch from the projects
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming "fuck west jet!"
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my wrist sippin on Tech
Fuck a lil bitch, make her pussy wet

[Hook]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say?
Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say?
Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on m’fuckin’ me
Swear to God, put in on my ‘Gram for a grade
I go and park two months, hit her face
[?], like you wan’ a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a [?] in my Mountain Dew

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my [?] Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’mma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I get him, I’mma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?