Lil Pump - Designer Lyrics

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
And the rapper's name is Lil Pump

Chyah, Lil Pump
Chyah, huh?
(Brr)
Chyah, chyah
Chyah, chyah
Ay
Zaytoven

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump)
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (ooh)
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah, chyah)
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (Lil Pump)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (ooh)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (chyah, chyah, chyah)

Drive the 'Rari off the lot, f*ck my wrist up with the pot
Bitch, this shit will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f*ck with the ops
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I'm out the drop, ayy
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 (damn)
Broke niggas hatin' on me, man, this shit need to stop it (whoo)
Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin' out my city
Hit AODs and I'm blowin' straight fifties (brr)
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ay
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't be upset
I'm worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump)
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (ooh)
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah, chyah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (ooh)
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold (Lil Pump, chyah, chyah, chyah)