I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna (I'm gonna) I'm gonna catch you lady I'm gonna catch you lady, catch you lady Catch you lady uh huh Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Oh darling, will you ever change your mind I've been feeling left

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

I wanna be living for the love of you All that I'm giving is for the love of you Hmm Huh Hoo hoo hey baby I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is

Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face You broke my heart Now I've

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa Run it up, run it up, run it up Uh huh, uh huh, mhm, yeah yeah New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa, run it up, run it up I ain't hearing what you say, I ain't listening what you say Get the fuck

Smooth like the summer, uh huh Go on and groove like a mother with your backseat love We're tearing clothes off each other all night Smooth like the summer (smooth like the summer) And keeping it smooth like the summer (smooth like the summer) Smooth

Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop

Jump in the waterfall Jump in the water Oh oh oh huh 'Cause I need to know when I'm down and in trouble Don't know what I should do Sometimes I wish we could go somewhere I feel it all around, I know you're seeing it too I wanna know if these words are

I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh You said that irony was the

Shit can happen Yo, yo, huh, yo, yo, yo That's right motherfuckers we back Same slanging, orangatangin, wilding out on hoodrats