Esketit (Feelin' Like I'm Lil Pump) (feat. Trap Watkins) - Dubskie

(CB on the beat) (Yeah, Jetski) I'm back (ooh), my whip got a whole lot of straps (whoa, yeah, yeah) McLaren (brr), two-hundred, I'm hittin' the dash (yeah), woah Gettin' my dick sucked on the freeway, I might crash (damn) Lamborghini Urus with red seats, it got no tags (whoa) Sippin' on drank and I pop pills, got bad habits, okay (uh) I'm the same nigga got your daughter on Xanax (hoo), huh? Look at my Patek Spe-spent a lot of money on jewelry and fashion (yeah-yeah) Bitch, what's crackin'? (What?) You don't-, you don't want smoke, boy, send me the addy Bitches on my dick 'cause I look like Paris Hilton (Paris) I'm worth a lot of millions, but I will shoot a civilian (damn) I don't got no feelings (naw), Glock with an extension (pop-pop-pop) Five hundred K for the Rolls truck and the engine (let's go) I'm the first one with the stars in a Lamb truck (uh-huh?) Your Rolls truck got no kit, how the fuck you gon' act up? (How?) If the beat is whack, the producer gets smacked up If I wake up and there's no drugs, then I'm throwin' a tantrum (why?) I'm back (ooh), my whip got a whole lot of straps (whoa, yeah, yeah) McLaren (brr), two-hundred, I'm hittin' the dash (yeah, whoa) Gettin' my dick sucked on the freeway, I might crash (damn) Lamborghini Urus with red seats, it got no tags (whoa) Sippin' on drank and I pop pills, got bad habits, okay (uh) I'm the same nigga got your daughter on Xanax (hoo), huh? Look at my Patek Spe-spent a lot of money on jewelry and fashion (yeah-yeah) Bitch, what's crackin'? (What?) You don't-, you don't want smoke, boy, send me the addy (send it) (CB on the beat)

Ouu, ouu Lil Pump Aye, aye, aye Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Maison Margiela all over my shoe Maison Margiela all over my shoe Pull up swerving in a coupe Pull up swerving in a coupe Pull up swerving in a coupe Pull up swerving in a coupe Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu Maison Margiela all over my shoe Made a couple bands in the kitchen (kitchen) Made a couple bands water whippin' (brrr) Take a nigga bitch, go missing, oou Bitch I ball like a piston, ouu Bitch I flex Ric Flair, damn All they do is stare, ouu Lil Pump really don't care, no Told a bih lil pump yeah, ouu Everybody know I'm up next, yeah Everybody know I flex, ouu I run through these checks, ouu I flex on my ex, ouu Left 4 bands in the trap (trap) Left 4 bands in the trap (four) Smokin' on loud pack, ouu Smokin' on loud pack, ouu Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Maison Margiela all over my shoe Maison Margiela all over my shoe Pull up swerving in a coupe Pull up swerving in a coupe Pull up swerving in a coupe Pull up swerving in a coupe Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu Maison Margiela all over my shoe

No one could hold me no one could control me but now my future is up to you Your lovin' can shape me make me or break me Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you This feeling is crazy and only you can save me From this love thing that I've got for you Your love is a potion Lord and I need a notion Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you Cause these changes got me goin' in circle First I turn away then turn right back to you Well I need your lovin' to keep me from sinkin' Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you [ Guitar ] Wanna win when I gamble no need to ramble I doubled my lovin' when I gave it to you I gotta do it with you I can't do it without you Oh I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you Cause these changes got me... Yes I hope you're feelin' me like I'm feelin' you

Yeah, yeah 217 on the track, man Lil Pump Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh After that she didn't know how to act, ooh Back then I used to be quarterback Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac Want me fo' sho, bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bands I'm into trappin', I'm shippin' out hella packs Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh Bitch said the crash is the eighty, yeah I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh In the kitchen whippin' up babies, ooh In the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeah And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr) All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Lil Boat Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat Young rich nigga need a dick rode Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front door Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin' phantom Used to post at the Citgo, uh Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh And it glow like a disco ball Bih, bend it over like your shoe's untied Side bitch still got a iPhone 5 Main bitch still got a iPhone 7 Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11 Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh I'ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie To the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverend Lil Boat, Lil Pump All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, yeah Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh

Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah So, how it go last week? Eh, eh, uhm How's your man now? Yeah, huh (huh) Danny, I see you Ooh, ooh Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (huh?) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (damn) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Ooh, took thirty bands out to Buy some pipe (thirty) Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin' white (white) Smash that bitch two times I ain't know that that's your wife (ooh) And I got hungry for some Wing stop so I took a flight (damn) If I die, bury me with two bust Downs on my wrist (Bust down) Drop four Mollies on my casket And three pints of Actavis (act') My housemaid is super thick (yeah) My housemaid is super thick (huh?) She finna go clean my house (huh?) Then she finna suck my dick (ooh, chyeah) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (huh?) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (let's go) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (let's go) I just got thirty pints Shipped through the mail Ooh (yeah), multi-millionaire Ooh, multi-millionaire (yeah, yeah) Ooh, and my headlights on a deer Ooh, I can make ya bitch Stop and stare (stop and stare) Ooh, had to go cop two pair Ooh, Gucci coat over Moncler (Moncler) Ooh, no nigga who I fear (no) Ooh, I could fuck your bitch in a chair (let's go) These moves is nothin', I'm gettin' that money I fucked your lil' bitch Took her right out in London I'm gettin' these hunnids I keep it a hunnid You look at my chain and That bitch is so sunny This muhfucka cold It leave ya nose runnin' I got a bitch live out in Dublin, get money I move with a drum, and I buck like I'm drummin' Got Uzis and MACs and I might Bentley truck it Let's go Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (huh?) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire ('aire) Multi-millionaire (ooh) Multi-millionaire (yeah) Multi-millionaire (damn) If you rich, put your bust Down in the air (bust down) I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail (thirty) Multi-millionaire Multi-millionaire Multi-millionaire Multi-millionaire If you rich, put your bust Down in the air I just got thirty pints shipped Through the mail