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'm gonna dance on broken glass Ey, on broken glass And I'm gonna make that ceiling crash (uh) That ceiling crash So what? Still got knives in my back So what? So I'm tied to the tracks And here I go, here I go (Ooh, ooh, ooh) yeah here I go, here I go

Shoo-be-doo-be-doo- be-doo-da-day Shoo-be-doo-be-doo- be-doo-da-dee. Your precious sweetheart, she's so faithful, she's so true, oh yeah, Her dreams are tumblin', her world is crumblin' because of you, uhh uh. One day you'll hurt her just once too much,

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh

(Ohhhh, yeah yeah yeah yeah) You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgment day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgment day) Yes, uhh, breathe with me

The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why) Lately, I’ve been having crazy thoughts (yeah) And you know I'm tryna change, but it’s very hard Uh, ayy, yeah, them demons ain't the only ones that's up at night Oh my god,

I never came from deep pockets Why can't I make a deposit? Can't call it, can't call it Can't call it, uh, can't call it Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it Can't call it, yeah, I can't call it Oh, I had so many days of crying Oh, I had so many days of

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya