Going down, it's going down Going down, it's going down, huh Oh my God, shawty thick she Oh my God, yeah, yeah Going down, it's going down, hey Oh my God shawty thick she Oh my God, yeah, ay Oh my God, shawty thick she-

Baby, I need you in my life, in my life Please, bae, don't go switching side, switching sides I swear this is where you reside, you reside Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, please don't throw your love away, huh Please don't throw your love away, huh Lost it, riots

Iced out chain (yeah) Iced out ring (yeah) Yeah she love my diamonds That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) Foreign bitch with me (huh?) She do anything White diamonds on my wrist Bitch it's Gucci Gang (yeah) Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh

I believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today

I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)

Life ain't what it's worth A breath and a, oh reach the door Oh, tonight began with anything Shaft of a light, a warm breath and a scream Oh, tamper if you like between the doors Oh yeah huh huh Oh, can't expect to go out, to go out with anything,

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

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

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

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