If Lil Pump was in an Anime
[Intro: Kana Hanazawa]
せーの
でも そんなんじゃ だめ
もう そんなんじゃ ほら
心は進化するよ
もっと もっと
[Chorus 1: Lil pump]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Lil pump]
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (brr)
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (trap)
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, (ooh)
Yeah, I came in with a sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
[Verse 1: Lil pump]
Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
Fuck a n***a bitch, don't care, damn
Throwing up racks in the air, damn
Told a bitch "Lil Pump, yeah", ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
Hundred on my wrist, can't tell me shit
Pop four Xans then I fuck a n***a's bitch
Never went to school cause I was always flippin' bricks, ayy
[Chorus 2: Lil pump]
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin' (brr), ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
[Verse 2: Lil Pump & SmokePurpp]
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
That bitch actin' stupid, ooh
Hunnid on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Comin' in the trap, I'm movin', ooh
Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother
Damn, then I'll rob your brother (ooh)
Damn, slap him with some butter (yuh)
Damn, hunnid—ooh, huh?—on wrist like Usher, damn
[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hunnid on my wrist like Usher (huh?)
In the Rari, bitch, I'm burnin' off rubber (skrrt, okay)
Fuck a bitch, give a fuck 'bout her brother (brother, uh)
If the teacher give me homework, I'ma cut her (I don't know)
I be in the trap (trap), I be in the trap (trap)
Lil Pump pulled up and gave your momma crack (what?)
Runnin' through the back, 'cause you know I need a sack
Pull up to the wedding and I pull up with a strap (bah)
[Chorus 2: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
[Chorus 3: Lil Pump]
I got designer from head to my toe
I'm on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I'm off that X, and I just poured a four
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
[Verse 4: Lil Pump]
Lil Pump, rich, he finna get richer
I pop a bean, then fuck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you gon' kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin' like glitter (brr, brr)
I got designer from head to my feet (ooh)
I pop a X, so you know I be geeked (damn)
Rockin' Balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh)
I'm off the Xans, and I pour me some lean (Lil Pump)
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?)
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene (brr)
Drippin' designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pulled up, he changin' the weather (brr, brr)
I pop a molly, I pop a bean
I fuck your bitch 'cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh?)
I chug a pint and I just go to sleep
せーの
でも そんなんじゃ だめ
もう そんなんじゃ ほら
心は進化するよ
もっと もっと
[Chorus 1: Lil pump]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Lil pump]
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (brr)
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (trap)
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, (ooh)
Yeah, I came in with a sauce, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
[Verse 1: Lil pump]
Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
Fuck a n***a bitch, don't care, damn
Throwing up racks in the air, damn
Told a bitch "Lil Pump, yeah", ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
Hundred on my wrist, can't tell me shit
Pop four Xans then I fuck a n***a's bitch
Never went to school cause I was always flippin' bricks, ayy
[Chorus 2: Lil pump]
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin' (brr), ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
[Verse 2: Lil Pump & SmokePurpp]
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
That bitch actin' stupid, ooh
Hunnid on my wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Comin' in the trap, I'm movin', ooh
Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother
Damn, then I'll rob your brother (ooh)
Damn, slap him with some butter (yuh)
Damn, hunnid—ooh, huh?—on wrist like Usher, damn
[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hunnid on my wrist like Usher (huh?)
In the Rari, bitch, I'm burnin' off rubber (skrrt, okay)
Fuck a bitch, give a fuck 'bout her brother (brother, uh)
If the teacher give me homework, I'ma cut her (I don't know)
I be in the trap (trap), I be in the trap (trap)
Lil Pump pulled up and gave your momma crack (what?)
Runnin' through the back, 'cause you know I need a sack
Pull up to the wedding and I pull up with a strap (bah)
[Chorus 2: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I'm movin', ooh
Trap house lookin' so stupid, movin'
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
Movin', movin', movin', ooh
[Chorus 3: Lil Pump]
I got designer from head to my toe
I'm on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I'm off that X, and I just poured a four
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
[Verse 4: Lil Pump]
Lil Pump, rich, he finna get richer
I pop a bean, then fuck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you gon' kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin' like glitter (brr, brr)
I got designer from head to my feet (ooh)
I pop a X, so you know I be geeked (damn)
Rockin' Balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh)
I'm off the Xans, and I pour me some lean (Lil Pump)
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?)
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene (brr)
Drippin' designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pulled up, he changin' the weather (brr, brr)
I pop a molly, I pop a bean
I fuck your bitch 'cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh?)
I chug a pint and I just go to sleep