Lil Pump - XXL Freshmen 2018 Cypher - Part 3 Тексты

Drop that shit, esskeetit
Ayy
Ooh
Ooh
Huh
Ha
Lil Pump
Yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
Huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Huh
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, ayy
Word, word, that's on my momma
Ayy, yuh


Ooh, bust down sittin' on right wrist
Motherfucker got guns like I was ISIS
Fuck 5 ho but I ain't ever wifin'
Ugly ass bitch look worse than my side bitch
Bust down look like a blizzard
Ball so hard you would call me Damian Lillard
And your mom gave me top, and you still kiss her
Ridin' round with five hoes in the Sprinter
Look at my diamonds, they shine (ooh)
Let them in five at a time (ooh)
She let me hit from behind (ooh)
Yeah, ooh
My body dripping in Louis (ooh)
I mix it up with the Gucci (ayy)
I know your bitch finna choose me
But I do not fuck with Coogi


Ooh, bust down sittin' on left wrist
Huh, huh, bust down sittin' on left wrist
Ooh, ooh, bust down sittin' on left wrist
Ooh, ooh, esskeetit


Changed the ice up on the bezel
Baby girl, you feel the feet like a pedal
If a nigga diss the Bloc, he gon' feel some metal
Nigga, everyday I keep me a Beretta
Talkin' cheese, I get cheddar
On another level
Pullin' hoes, I need a lever
I remember days I had the .38 special
I remember days I ride the short bus I'ma special
Ooh, I just broke a fuckin' rule
I just walked in with this motherfuckin' tool
BlocBoy JB, yeah we gon' shoot
And I'm with Pump and Purpp, nigga what the fuck it do
What you just drop, them bands
I don't think these niggas stand a chance
In the lead and this shit come from France
I got a bitch, she come from Japan, ayy


Ooh, ooh, bust down sittin' on left wrist
Bust down sittin' on right wrist
Bust down sittin' on left wrist
Bust down sittin' on right wrist
Bust down sittin' on left wrist
Ooh, bust down sittin' on right wrist


Lay a nigga down on the motherfuckin' carpet
Pistol in my pocket in the club, I like to start shit
Nigga try to play me like a bitch and I'ma rob him
Pull up to his granny's in a truck and we gon' pop him
Bankroll? That's a mini stack
Pull up on yo' block, bitch I'm blowin' racks
I can't fuck with niggas, all these niggas rats
You're getting lost in the sauce, here's a fucking map
Niggas sneak dissing 'till we pop out at the trap spot
Bitch I keep a MAC, and I ain't talkin' Macintosh
Yeah, yeah, on that red dot
Lookin' like a Hindu when I put him on that red dot


Ooh, ooh, bust down sittin' on left wrist
Bust down sittin' on right wrist
Bust down sittin' on left wrist
Bust down sittin' on right wrist


Ooh, ooh, ooh
Bust down, bust down, bust down, on left wrist
Bust down, bust down, bust down, on right wrist
Bust down, bust down, bust down, on left wrist
Bust down, bust down, bust down, on right wrist
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Esskeetit!