[Intro]
Baby girl what's your name?
Let me talk to you and let's go hit a stain
I'm Lil Pump, you know me
Big 30s on my hip, I'm pullin' up with Uzi
Bottles in the club—
Niaggi on the beat
We love you, Tecca
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah

[Verse]
Lil' n***a from New York
On the block since a youngin', playin' bitches like a sport
Keep a torch, talkin' shit, we shootin' shots straight at your porch
And if you comin' for me, drop your ass and kick your fuckin' door
You could tell she gettin' wet, just from the way her pussy pour
All my games rated M because of all the blood and gore
And my bars not free, buy 'em from the App Store
Wanna FaceTime me? You gotta be a bad whore
Poland Spring and Fiji water, I might fuck all on your daughter
Call your mother up 'cause I might go and TYB your father
Write a book on playin' bitches, you know Tecca, he the author
And my jeans real tight and my Vans real slaughtered, ayy, yeah
And my Vans real slaughtered, ayy, yeah
And my Vans real slaughtered, ayy, yeah
And my Vans real slaughtered, ayy, yeah
And my Vans real slaughtered, ayy, yeah
All my bitches mean, ayy, racer boy the team, ayy
You better keep a strap before you catch a red beam, ayy
These shots through your heart, ayy, these hollows not a dart
I'm Tecca and I promise I'ma be a fuckin' star, n***a
[Outro]
You're going 70 miles per hour, how long would it take you to drive 70 miles?
70, n***a
Oh, why? Why 70? Explain to the camera, why 70?
'Cause one times 70's 70