Huh, It's Gucci Ooh Huh, Wop, whah Lil Pump Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow M-M-M-Murda Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending Got a lot of ice on my neck man Damn man, hundred bands hangin' out my backpack Wrist so cold need a ice pack Put four hundred bands in the mic stand Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do Got your baby mama, nigga tokin' out the sunroof Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you 'Cause you got an attitude You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo) I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomor-row Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow) And she gon' do what I say so I'ma show you how I live life, ooh Made two mil in one night Whole body covered in ice Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending Nigga keep missin' with the music Baby you a human Jacuzzi I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci) I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono Rock star my life, Muliano Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado El Gato's down in The Hamptons My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson Pull up with the driver in a Phantom Pinky ring sick, got cancer I was just sellin' dope on camera Now I got my own shoe like the Answer Might pull up throw some money on a dancer Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin' Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending