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[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yea she get it now)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
They didn’t wanna hold a nigga like me down (they didn’t)
I had to get they fake ass from round (move)
I went and loaded my choppa wit rounds
I copped two foreigns to shit on the town (skrrt)
Water on me you might fuck round and drown (water)
Stayed down elevated my sound
Get put in your place tryna come for my crown
You ain’t taking nothin put that on my child
You gon see diamonds when I crack a smile (ha)
Can’t fuck with these hoes they foul
Insecure niggas say they been fuckin wit me (insecure)
Back then my number they wouldn’t even dial (pussy)
I keep having dreams of niggas getting murked
Grandma telling me I should go to church (amen)
I make my bitch mad went bought her a purse
I’m so up a Xan can’t work (I’m up there, up there)
Come from nothing now I done ran it up (I ran it up, ran it up)
I’m high as fuck why you say that skeet while Im standing up (ugh)
I count that money up 3 times and then I band it up (band that shit up)
Neck and wrist it brought the sun out got yo bitch tanning up (ugh ugh)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yeah she get it now)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
I’m in the party with choppas and 9s
Pick your head up when you see me next time (pussy)
She wanna link but I ain’t got the time ugh)
Walk in the room and [?] I shine (damn)
I’m the type to fuck the enemy bitch (ha)
Then go make a song bout the shit (what)
How she be calling and begging for dick (ugh ugh)
83 give a nigga that itch, I need to lay off the drugs (lay off the drugs)
I was fucked up when I hit the lick in Westwood, I cross out the plug (cross his ass out)
I keep the cannon like Nick (wildin’ out)
I drink the lean like I’m sick (ugh)
I be throwed like a pitch (throwed)
Moving slow as a bitch (woah)
I had to chop and get her ass out of there (out of there), she was way too dramatic (out of there)
Life I live cinematic (movie)
100 thou on a Patek (all cash)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
Stand Down

Take it by your silence
That I’m free to walk out the door
By the look in your eyes I can tell
You don’t think I’ll be back for more
Try to think of the world
Where you could stay and these safe hands could go
Take your heart above the water
Wherever I choose to go
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Even when you don’t see me
Even when you don’t hear
I’ll be flying low below the sun
And you’ll feel it all out here
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Standing here in silence
The world in front of me
Holding you in my hand
And seeing as you’d see
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No freedom without love

I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there’s a voice inside my head saying
"You’ll never reach it"

Every step I’m taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking

But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose

Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb

The struggles I’m facing
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I’m not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

‘Cause there’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose

Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah!

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody’s gonna have to lose

Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah