Gucci gang – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Gucci Gang

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang,
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang.

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 s**t be new to me
f*cking my teacher, call it tutory
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs
f*ck your airline, f*ck your company
b*tch your breath smell like some cigarettes
I’d rather f*ck a b*tch from the projects
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming “f*ck west jet!”
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my wrist sippin on Tech
f*ck a lil b*tch, make her pus*y wet.

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang,
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang (Gucci gaaang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My b*tch love do cocaine, ouu
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I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaang, Gucci gaaanggg.
Lil Pump lyrics
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smokepurpp – Ok (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mac
Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot Donald Trump in the lip
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, ouu
She let me bust in her face, ouu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate, ouu
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, ouu
And my lawyer selling yay, yea
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hit OK

SmokePurpp – OK Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
All these chains man
Lil Purpp , Lil Pump
Ronny J on the beat bitch
OK, Eskeetit

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Lil purpp I am moving that pack
Came in this bitch with a Mack, Gelato, I’m smoking on wax
You could get shot from the back
Drip drip chains in my neck look like piss
Hundred round just with the stick
Diamonds all over my wrist
I just walked in with your bitch
Glock seventeen with a grip
Shoot down the chopper its lit
I put a Xan in my drink
I’m in the club and I twist it
Money is taller than midget
Walk in the store and I pick it
Xan got me spinning like fidget

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

[Verse 2: Lil pump]
I’m off the Xan OK, yea
I fucked your bitch in LA, damm
Them bitches do what I say, uuu
She let me bust in her face, uuu
This is Givenchy
I got on [?] the way
Eskeetit all over the place
I put kilos on her plate
Mama whipping every day, woow
Grandma whipping like a slave, yea
100 Mollies in the safe, and my lawyer selling yay
OK OK OK, I fucked your bitch in a bay
OK OK, she in my house like a maid

[Chrous]
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
I fucked his bitch OK
Nut on her lip OK
I got a stick OK, I let it hip OK

smokepurpp – Gucci Breakfast (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp, Lil Purpp
Bitch
Four in the fuckin’ mornin’
Shout out these young hoes be hatin’ shit, ya dig?
Yuh, bitch
I’m fuckin’ tired! Want fuckin’ breakfast, ayy!

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast
Smoke a blunt for breakfast (what?)
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: SmokePurpp]
Percocet, uh
I come to collect
For my set
I can get you wet, uh
I fucked that
I’m depressed, I stay in bed (what?)
Fuck your daughter (what?)
Fuck her ’til her pussy wet
I don’t need no glove
I need a vision, blunt
Bitch I’m from Dade County (what?)
Haitian, speak in tongue (okay)
Leave a nigga bloody like I poked him in the artery
I don’t do no party
I fuck hoes, do Molly
I just need somebody
To fuck hoes, do Molly with
I don’t do no party
Poke him in the artery
Ayy, what I say? Ayy
Bars, Xan, breakfast

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Pop a Xan for breakfast, ooh
Fucked that bitch then left her, yeah
Left her in a stretcher, ooh
Lil Pump the flexer, yeah
Pull up and I’m flexin’
Go to class with Smith & Wesson
Teacher told me I’m a blessin’
Always askin’ why I’m finessin’, uh
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar
I pop Xans and crash cars
Everything is Goyard
All I do is swipe card
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

Lil Pump – Next (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)
No 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 – Molly

[Intro]
Huh?
Ooh, Bighead on the beat
Aye, Lil Pump, Lil Pump, Lil Pump
Ronny J, bitch

[Chorus]
I got designer from my head to my toe
I’m on a 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 off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean

[Verse 1]
Lil Pump rich, he finna get richer
I pop a bean, and fuck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you’ll kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin’ like glitter
I got designer from head to my feet
I pop a X, so you know I be geek
Rocking Balmains and they all on my jeans
I’m off the xans and I pour me some lean
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene
Dripping designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pull up, he changing the weather
I pop a molly, I pop a bean
I fuck your bitch ’cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam
I just got got pint and I just go to sleep

[Chorus]
I got designer from my head to my toe
I’m on a 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 off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I got designer from my head to my toe
I’m on a 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 off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean
I’m off the molly, I’m off the bean

Lil Pump – Boss

[Hook]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, 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 the sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, 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
Throwin’ 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 wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh

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

Two guns – Famous Dex feat. Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – Two guns

Nah, I’m just playing, hahh
ADVM on the beat
Youknowwhatimsaying? What?
Lil Pump wit me, huh, huh, SmokePurpp wit me, what? huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Run up on me, swear to God I’mma spray.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Dexter, huh, wait
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
I get that money everyday
f*cking your b*tch and she calling me bae
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
I got Lil Pump with me
I got a pump on me
Honey on me, turn you right to a bee
Wait, I get the money they snoozing, lose
f*ck your lil b*tch, she just choose
Run up on me, make the news
I got them hunnids, they blue, wait
Look at my jewels, I’m cool
Fendi my coat, I designer my shoes
I got a Glock, it ain’t cool
I’m sending shots at you fools
Little boy, watch what you say
I bring the K to your face, wait
Lil homie ain’t straight
Ratting too much, man, he talk to the jakes
Huh, what, huh, yeah
I sip that Wock everyday
I sip that Wock everyday
Pour me a 6, man, I drink to the face
Dexter.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Wock, Wock, Wock, Wock
I keep that Wock on my waist
Two b*tches giving me face
And I sip Wock everyday
They hate on me cause I do what I say
Popping on percs, smoke Wood to the face
All of this money go right on your face
I count up, I count up the cake
Two pints on me and two pints in the safe
Sipping Wockhardt, got my Glock hard
Eating poptarts, in a fast car
I’m sipping on Wock outta state
The plug is two minutes away
I call him, he bringinh a pint
I’m sippinh a pint to the face
And I don’t f*ck with the green
I cut up a rip on my jeans
If you real know we got beans
If you need pills we got beans
What? yeahhh
Bust 30 shots for my team.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Ooh, Lil Pump
I pop 4 percs to the face
Ooh, Lil Pump flex everyday
Ooh, I keep two Glocks on my waist
Ooh, keep that b*tch out, I don’t play
Ooh, I got these b*tches ,they f*cking, damn
I f*ck that b*tch and her cousin, damn
I’m in LA counting hunnids, damn
Big body Uber, it’s bussing, ooh
I sold your boy Robitussin
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
Lil Pump got them kilos
Got Dex in the cut, got Purpp on the cut
And b*tch we ball like D Rose.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everydayyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
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