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,

Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah) Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (forgot what happened) I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit) Swear to God, you can't be on my status (I swear to

When I'm kissing my love Just a thumping and a skipping Feel the blood a pumping in my veins She's such a tender sender With her sweet young friends She's so good at what she does All she wants to do is kiss and hug She's got me in love

He like that bang, bang, bang He like that bomb, bomb, bomb He like that love, love, love He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump I be that girl with the pumps and a bump I’m like that drug, drug, drug I'm like

Chyah, chyah I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah) Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump) Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah) Too much racks in my pocket that

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK I fuck this bitch, OK Nut on her lip, OK I got a stick, OK, I let it hit, OK Lil Purpp, Lil Pump, aye Huh, ooh, yuh, yuh Yuh, all these chains man, (brr) yuh, yuh Lil Pump, Lil Purpp (aye) Ronny J on the beat bitch

Perdu dans le pump, pump it up One shot, ici ça fait de la sique-mu juste pour déconner One shot, chez toi ça se tire dessus pour des cabriolets One shot, des tonnes de sons, du surplus, je sais plus quoi donner One shot, j'attends toujours celui qui

Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.

Make my day Pump, pump the jam I don't want a place to stay Make my, make my, make, make my day Get your boody on the floor tonight Pump it up, yo pump it While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin'

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette,