Tag: Big Head


Lil Pump – Can’t Tell Me Nothing Lyrics




[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy




Lil Pump – Crazy Lyrics




[Intro]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, essketit

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Verse]
Jump in this bitch and go stupid, yeah
I’m so rich, look like Rick Rubin, huh
Fuck a bitch, I leave her coolin’, yuh
Six in the mornin’, I boot her
I’m poppin’ a Molly, I drive Maserati
Then shut down your party, I air out the shawty
We drink hella water, we run through your daughter
[?] supporter, I’m takin’ yo’ motor
I bust out my Rollie, I bust out my wrist
And I’m walkin’ to class and I’m takin’ yo’ bitch
And you can’t tell me nothin’, young nigga but rich
If he say somethin’ stupid, I’m sendin’ them hits
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Outro]
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh


Lil Pump – Youngest Flexer Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, ooh, Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, brr, yuh, yuh
Know we smoke a lot of gas on this side
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
(Hah)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
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, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I’m the youngest flexer, Louis on my dresser
Put her on a stretcher, all these bitches acting extra (extra)
I just bought a Uzi (Uzi), my bitch dress in Gucci (brr)
Put a Xan in smoothie, I don’t watch no movies (I don’t)
I go to the bank, take out thirty thangs (brr)
Forty diamond chains, sixty bricks, I make it rain (huh)
And I’m eating Wingstop, posted in the trap (in the trap)
Lil Pump, don’t know how to act (damn)

[Hook: Lil Pump]
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, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Somebody please tell me where my money machine at
My money dirty, I’m tryna think of ways I can clean that
I spent at least 3 million dollars just on the pieces
These haters think they can keep up, man, they can’t believe it
Gucci got a six-pack, they can’t believe it
But hey, lil bitch, here’s three stacks, let’s have a threesome
I wanna own it outright, don’t wanna lease it
He wanna be Guwop so bad that he talkin’ greasy
She wanna be with Wop so bad that she fuck the DJ
That bitch should prolly’ ride a bicycle on the freeway
Three years ago, I stacked my paper the long way
Now I’m stacking million dollar chicks up the grown way

[Hook: Lil Pump]
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, yeah)
I’m the youngest flexer (what), I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (yeah), I’m the youngest flexer
I’m the youngest flexer, I’m the youngest flexer (ooh)
I’m the youngest flexer (ooh), I’m the youngest flexer


Lil Pump – At The Door Lyrics


[Intro]
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Lil Pump
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
This is CBB

[Chorus]
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door

[Verse 1]
I got junkies at the door
I could serve you 244
I could serve you couple Xans
I could feed your bitch some coke
Yeah, my uzi automatic, make your grandma do a backflip
Yeah, that .45 do that magic
Yeah, my wrist do that gymnastics
Got a blood sign on my wrist
It look like I took a piss
So you cannot tell me shit
Make your auntie do a flip
Yeah, I’m drinkin’ Molly water
While I’m fuckin’ on your daughter
Bitch, I’m bustin’ at your father
Call me Lil Pump Vince Carter

[Chorus]
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door

[Outro]
I be drip, I be drip, I be drip
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop 40 racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door