Tag: Lil Pump


Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics




[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)




Diplo – Welcome To The Party lyrics




(feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Chorus: French Montana]
(We on fire!)
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot, hey)
(We on fire!)
Ride up to the party
Ride up to the party (hot, hey)
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party
Welcome to the party, aye
(Live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Hit ’em up, hey
Give ’em up, hey
Put ’em up, hey
We waking up, hey
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
Fly with my dogs, ridin’ high when we pull up
When we ride, when we pull up
We be high, when we pull up
Coupe with the top down, no ceilin’
Rocks on the watch now, armageddon
Roof on fire, fire
We ride, ride
Pull up in a tank, bow-bow
Yeah, on Ciroc, in the drop, full of [?]
Yeah, we the squad, 100 cars full of [?]
Yeah, I pull up with [?], yeah especially [?] and vanilla
Roof on fire, we be higher like a [?]
Shawty bad, call it MJ Thriller
Welcome to the party, sippin’ on the Act
Pull up in a ‘Rari, DJ bring it back
Fell in love with shawty, money like Shaq
Welcome to the party

[Chorus: French Montana, Zhavia Ward & Lil Pump]
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, (welcome to the party)

[Bridge: Lil Pump & Zhavia Ward]
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn
Burn up, let it burn (Lil Pump, ooh)
(I’m a let it burn) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Burn up, let it burn
Esskeetit!

[Verse: Lil Pump]
I can’t feel my body, ’cause I pop a lot of molly
Welcome to the party, bitch I’m ’bout to catch a body
Bitch I’m in the shit, we don’t give a fuck about it
Bitch I start a riot, bitch I’m ’bout to start a riot
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy ’cause I got face tats
Ooh, drip, drip, drip,
I cannot go away for a bitch
Drop five millions on my crib, now Lil Pump is rich as shit, ooh
And I’m still on probation, pop a pill I feel amazing
You just bluffing, you just hating
All these diamonds on me skating
Man I do this every day, spend three thousand on some shades
I got bitches in L.A., your boyfriends broke, his diamonds fake

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
Welcome to the party, aye (welcome to the party)
(We on fire!)

[Outro: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party (hot)


Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (English Remix) Lyrics


[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)


Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)


[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)


Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)


[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix


Lil Pump – Designer Lyrics


[Intro: News Cast]
“You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot. Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school. A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video. The rapper’s name is Lil Pump.”

[Bridge]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
Brr, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

[Verse]
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitches sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m ’bout to drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash, hanging out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke niggas hating on me, man, this shit, need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga coming out my city
Hit AODs and I’m blowing straight 50s (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me, off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, aye
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I’m worth a couple million, bitch, you know I love to flex

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold


Lil Pump Tosses Microphone At An Unruly Fan At His Concert: Watch


Lil Pump had enough of an unruly fan at his concert and then his microphone came flying.

The “Gucci Gang” rapper was performing at a concert in Connecticut on Monday night when the incident took place. The incident came just a day after another video surfaced online showing the rapper roasting a police officer for kicking him out of his hotel room. It’s unclear what took place at the concert in Wallingford, Connecticut to get him so riled up, but it appears that the fan in question threw something onto the stage and that infuriated Pump who threw his microphone back at the fan.

“Come up here and do that sh*t, pu**y,” the MC said. It appears the fan said something back and that’s when he tossed his microphone towards said fan. All that went down while “All the Smoke” by 21 Savage was being played in the background. Lil Pump later went on Instagram Live to explain to his fans what took place that lead to the show ended prematurely.

“If you was at that Connecticut show… sh*t ended ’cause some stupid ass ni**a thought he was funny and he threw some sh*t onstage and he got his ass socked,” he said. “B*tch, don’t you ever try to do no stupid sh*t while I’m performing you f**kin’ dumbass. Of course you gon’ get your stupid ass socked—f**kin’ goofy. I’m sorry to everybody.”

Lil Pump is currently working on a new solo mixtape as well as a joint album with Lil Yachty. There aren’t any release dates yet for those projects but sources are saying that they could arrive at the top of the new year. The viral rapper is currently smiling after getting a $345,000 advance from Warner Bros. for his upcoming debut album. Coupled that with the success of his single “Gucci Gang” makes him already a millionaire at just 17 years old. Look out for what’s to come in 2018 for this rapper.

A hater threw a water bottle at #lilpump and pump threw the mic ? back at the fan. Via @zacsebastiao

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#lilpump roasts cops after they kick him out of his hotel room.

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17-Year-Old Rapper Lil Pump Already A Millionaire


Lil Pump is already a millionaire at 17 years old.

The “Gucci Gang” rapper is perhaps one of the biggest success stories in hip-hop this year proving that any struggling rapper or singer can achieve their dreams if given a chance to shine. Regardless if you disagree with his music or, you have to agree that his achievement this year is inspirational. Only a few months ago, Lil Pump was still a struggling rapper on SoundCloud and now he smashes through the mainstream barrier before the year even ended.

Thanks to his record contract, Pump can now accord to buy a lot more Gucci kicks. TMZ reported that he received a check for $345,000 for his debut album advance from Warner Bros. and that doesn’t include the 15 percent royalties that he will be getting. His royalties could be a big payday for him too judging from the huge success of his singles “D Rose,” “Boss,” and “Gucci Gang.” He will be getting a similar advance for his second and third album and by the time he gets to his fifth project, he could be getting as much as $500,000 per album plus royalties. Still, he will need to meed some criteria like dropping at least 14 tracks per album.

RELATED: Lil Yachty and Lil Pump dropping Joint Album and Touring Together

On top of that, Lil Pump is also making big bucks from merchandise sales and touring and with his fast-growing fan base his merchandise is selling out fast. Pump currently has the number four song on Billboard Hot 100, “Gucci Gang” which earned him the record for the shortest song ever to grace the top ten on the Hot 100 chart.

Lil Pump is currently working on a joint album with Lil Yachty due sometime soon. At 17, he is not doing too bad and next year could see his career balloon to new heights if he continues to make hit records.


Lil Yachty and Lil Pump dropping Joint Album and Touring Together



Lil Yachty and Lil Pump are dropping a joint project on New Year’s Day.

Lil Yachty and Lil Pump are either trolling their fans or they are on the verge of dropping a joint album.

The two polarized young rappers made the announcement on Twitter on Sunday when Yachty posted a screenshot of a text conversation he had with Lil Pump. “Bro, we gotta do this tape, drop in January, or February, then go on tour,” the “Gucci Gucci” rapper said. The Teenage Emotions rapper then tweeted, “First Of The Year, We Promise” with a fingers crossed emoji.

Both rappers have released their debut project this year with Lil Yachty dropping his first full body of work, Teenage Emotions, in May. Despite cracking the top five on Billboard 200 chart, the album received mixed reaction from most hip hop fans forcing the rapper to admit that his brand is much more bigger than his music. He also made a lot pf headlines this year for his beef with veteran rapper turn podcaster Joe Budden.

Lil Pump released his self-titled debut album in October and that project also cracked the top five on Billboard 200. He is also getting a lot of attention for his viral hit “Gucci Gucci.”

First Of The Year, We Promise ?? pic.twitter.com/Q1GtiuE5yu

— king of the youth (@lilyachty) November 12, 2017


Lil Pump Has a New Mixtape On The Way



Lil Pump is already working on his next project just weeks after dropping his debut self-titled album.

On Friday, he announced via Twitter that a new mixtape is on the way. “New tape on he way,” he tweeted sending his fans into a frenzy. The “Gucci Gang” rapper didn’t give any additional details about the project like the title or release date. Lil Pump’s debut album arrived on October 5th with guest features from Rick Ross, 2 Chainz, Gucci Mane, and Chief Keef. The project saw productions from Ronny J, 217, and Bighead.

His debut project is now available on SoundCloud for free streaming for his fans. His new mixtape will likely be released on the streaming service as well. While he is busy recording his new mixtape, Lil Pump will be hitting the road starting November 19 in Phoenix, Arizona for his 2017 tour. The tour will run all the way through December 23 in San Diego, California. He will have tour dates in cities like Atlanta, Tampa, San Antonio, Dallas, New York City, Philadelphia, Las Vegas, and more.

Pump also recently previewed a new single which was produced by Zaytoven. That track will be released soon.


Lil Pump – Gucci Gang


[Hook]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yeah
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

[Verse]
My lean cost more than your rent, ouu
Your momma still live in a tent, yeah
Still slanging dope in the jets, huh
Me and my grandma take meds, ouu
None of this shit be new to me
Fucking my teacher, call it tutory
Bought some red bottoms, cost hella Gs
Fuck your airline, fuck your company
Bitch your breath smell like some cigarettes
I’d rather fuck a bitch from the projects
They kicked me out the plane off a percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming "fuck west jet!"
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my wrist sippin on Tech
Fuck a lil bitch, make her pussy wet

[Hook]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!)
Spend ten racks on a new chain
My bitch love do cocaine, ouu
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring
Rather go and buy Balmains
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang


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 – What U Sayin’ Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say?
Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say?
Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on m’fuckin’ me
Swear to God, put in on my ‘Gram for a grade
I go and park two months, hit her face
[?], like you wan’ a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a [?] in my Mountain Dew

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my [?] Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’mma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I get him, I’mma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?


Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope Lyrics


[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
Yuh, yuh
Lil Purpp, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh
Brrrrt
Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh
Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh
(Ronny J listen up)

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh)
I just had a stroke
Yeah, your baby daddy broke
Legit pay no ho child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walk in the club and I flex like ooh
Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe
Niggas ain’t even, I don’t see you
Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
I just smoke my dope (what)
Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, brrrt)
Came to the party in a boat (yuh)
Chains on my neck make me choke (yeah)
Balmain on my jeans (yuh)
Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp)
She gon’ swallow kids (huh, yeah)
That’s a Kid’s Cuisine, yeah

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn)
Mama told me no (ooh, no)
I feel like El Chapo (yuh)
Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (what)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 4: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp still sell crack (ooh)
His mom still move packs (uh)
Fuckin’ up the racks up at Sak’s (uh)
In the trap, still movin’ dime sacks (uh)
Poppin’ hella Molly and X (uh, yuh)
Fuckin’ on your bitch and your ex (what)
She rubbin’ on my dick like a pet (uh)
Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)


Lil Pump – Pinky Ring Lyrics


[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
[?] in this mufucka
Lil Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
50 million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate though
Get whacked in the front seat
Face down when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Advance break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bang
Lil Pump, ooh, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louie sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yuh
I think I’m whippin’ up whitney
I’m whippin’ up whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yuh

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hard, got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beer, we got that
And I got water on me like flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I want the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like 10 chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the Coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring


Lil Pump – Iced Out Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track!

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

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

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

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like a [?] (yellow like a [?])
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn you on?
I got the remote control

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

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)


Lil Pump – Back Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
217 on the track, man
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ sho, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m into trappin’, I’m shippin’ out hella packs
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Bitch said the crash is the 80, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rode
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ [?]
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh


Lil Pump – Foreign Lyrics


[Intro]
Oou, yeah, huh, oou
Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ouu

[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
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, ouu
I ride foreign cars, ouu
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ouu
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the strip, ooh
Bust down on my wrist, ooh
What’s yo’ birthday wish? Huh
Bitch, come suck my dick, ooh
I don’t ask her questions, I’m the youngest flexin’
Lil Pump a blessin’, I could teach you lessons
Pull up to a party, oou, and I’m off a molly, damn
I’ma prolly’ fuck yo’ daughter cause she hella thottie
Swervin’ Maserati’s, bitches in the lobby
Bitch, I’m choppin’ up a brick like I know karate

[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
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, ouu
I ride foreign cars, ouu
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ouu
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar


Two guns – Famous Dex feat. Lil Pump lyrics


Lyrics Famous Dex – Two guns

Nah, I’m just playing, hahh
ADVM on the beat
Youknowwhatimsaying? What?
Lil Pump wit me, huh, huh, SmokePurpp wit me, what? huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Run up on me, swear to God I’mma spray.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Dexter, huh, wait
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
I get that money everyday
f*cking your b*tch and she calling me bae
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
I got Lil Pump with me
I got a pump on me
Honey on me, turn you right to a bee
Wait, I get the money they snoozing, lose
f*ck your lil b*tch, she just choose
Run up on me, make the news
I got them hunnids, they blue, wait
Look at my jewels, I’m cool
Fendi my coat, I designer my shoes
I got a Glock, it ain’t cool
I’m sending shots at you fools
Little boy, watch what you say
I bring the K to your face, wait
Lil homie ain’t straight
Ratting too much, man, he talk to the jakes
Huh, what, huh, yeah
I sip that Wock everyday
I sip that Wock everyday
Pour me a 6, man, I drink to the face
Dexter.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Wock, Wock, Wock, Wock
I keep that Wock on my waist
Two b*tches giving me face
And I sip Wock everyday
They hate on me cause I do what I say
Popping on percs, smoke Wood to the face
All of this money go right on your face
I count up, I count up the cake
Two pints on me and two pints in the safe
Sipping Wockhardt, got my Glock hard
Eating poptarts, in a fast car
I’m sipping on Wock outta state
The plug is two minutes away
I call him, he bringinh a pint
I’m sippinh a pint to the face
And I don’t f*ck with the green
I cut up a rip on my jeans
If you real know we got beans
If you need pills we got beans
What? yeahhh
Bust 30 shots for my team.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Ooh, Lil Pump
I pop 4 percs to the face
Ooh, Lil Pump flex everyday
Ooh, I keep two Glocks on my waist
Ooh, keep that b*tch out, I don’t play
Ooh, I got these b*tches ,they f*cking, damn
I f*ck that b*tch and her cousin, damn
I’m in LA counting hunnids, damn
Big body Uber, it’s bussing, ooh
I sold your boy Robitussin
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
Lil Pump got them kilos
Got Dex in the cut, got Purpp on the cut
And b*tch we ball like D Rose.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everydayyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
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