Can't keep up with the pace, nigga Get the fuck up out the race, nigga Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow Pump your brakes, go slow Just like my shawty, she like it slow Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing

Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Woah now, retaliation People fi get up and pump them fist when sleepy talk Hear mi transmission

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

I ride foreign cars, ooh 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, yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ooh Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ooh Pull up to the strip, ooh

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

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,

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

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

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,

Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, ooh (ooh) Too much ice, too much ice, too much ice on me, bitch (chyeah, brr, ooh) I'm the youngest flexer out here, sure you've heard 'bout me, ooh (chyeah, chyeah, chyeah) Bentley coupe, drop top coupe,