Reminds me of you Every little thing reminds me of you It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do Yes, party people, we drop and feet go, Some make your fist-pump, hands up and feet go, Crazy look

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,

The General Lee I'm the Gerneral Lee, A pistol pumpin', steel belted cavalry. I'll never let you down when you're riding with me; Buckle up and I'll show you what I mean. Take a look back there: Sirens blownin', red lights flashin' everywhere; I'm a

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,

I pop beans, I don't eat food (Yeah) I don't need you, I don't need school (Ooh) I sip lean in my classroom (Brr) Left wrist cost a Bentley coupe (Ooh) Drop 10 Xans in Wonton soup (Huh?) Your bitch give me top like a drop top coupe (Yeah) Ask my teacher

Vibe, vibe, vibe She's got that vibe You've got that vibe Go to work on me You've, you've, you've got that Girl you've got To pump it up a little more

Can't leave you lonely Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off Somehow we end up in the same shit She got herself

Make my day Get your booty on the floor tonight I don't want a place to stay Make my make, make my day While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin' Pump it up a little more See cause that's where the party's at

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

Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Led by a beating heart You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night, you can't be found But, this is your heart If you had your gun Would you shoot it at