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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Pump
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gazzy Garcia
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You could see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school
Carrying huge bags of pot
Turns out that school is a local Catholic elementary school
A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video
And the rapper's name is Lil Pump
Yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Huh?
Yeah
Lil Pump, yeah, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
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, damn, my wallet can't fold
[Verse 3]
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, damn, my wallet can't fold
[Verse 4]
Drive the 'Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitch, this shit will never stop, presidential on the clock
Couple hos up on a yacht, I cannot fuck with the ops
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I'm 'bout to drop
[Verse 5]
Hey, went to the gun store and I bought a rocket (Ooh)
One million dollars cash hangin' out my pocket (Damn)
All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet
Broke **** hatin' on me, man, that shit need to stop it
[Verse 6]
Lil Pump the freshest **** comin' out my city
Hit AOD's and I'm blowin' straight fifties
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, hey
[Verse 7]
Dropped outta school, hopped in a private jet
Bitch, I'm off 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 millions, bitch, you know I love to flex
[Verse 8]
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, damn, my wallet can't fold
[Verse 9]
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, damn, my wallet can't fold
Written by: Gazzy Garcia, Xavier Dotson