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[intro: lil pump]
ooh
jetski, brr
b*tch
(oh my god, ronny)

[chorus: lil pump]
racks all the way to the ceiling
racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (yeah)
racks all the way to the ceiling
i give a f*ck how you feelin’, ooh (brr)
racks all the way to the ceiling
racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (esskeetit)
racks all the way to the ceiling
i give a f*ck how you feelin’, ooh (ooh)

[verse 1: lil pump]
watch how i blow through a million
dive in the p*ssy, esskeetit, ooh (yeah)
all of my whips came tinted
none of my cars ain’t rented, ooh (woah), uh
balmain and celine (yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (okay)
this not fruit of the loom, my boxers, they say supreme (supremе)
she said, “tussie, not p*ssy” (huh?), my diamonds, they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (okay)
i put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her ksubis, ooh (ooh)
i got ten guns at my house, this sh*t look like call of duty (baow, baow*baow)
red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don’t give me cooties, uh (ooh, d*mn)
go from the jets to the jet*ski, your baby mama wan’ s*x me, uh (come here)
she eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin’, baguettes, uh (uh, wet)
step on my b*tch in giuseppes, i’m in ukraine with a semi (huh? baow)
all my jewelry, no security, dare a n*gga try to test me (huh? i dare you, ooh)
[chorus: lil pump]
racks all the way to the ceiling
racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
racks all the way to the ceiling (yeah)
i give a f*ck how you feelin’, ooh (brr)
racks all the way to the ceiling
racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (esskeetit)
racks all the way to the ceiling
i give a f*ck how you feelin’ (ooh)

[verse 2: tory lanez]
she wanna f*ck with umbrella
but her friend ugly, i told her, “hold up, lil’ fella”
windex scented, my cash extended
as soon as it’s printed right fresh out the teller
i got a old check, whew, blowin’ off dirt ‘fore i take it out the cellar
lil’ b*tch callin’ me rude, hatin’ all of my views
“b*tch, you fat as my pockets,” you know i’ma tell her
i hit that b*tch with a wink
f*ck her in the bathroom, washin’ my d*ck in the sink
if it’s a ting, it’s a ting
bobbin’ and weavin’ that p*ssy and doin’ my thing in the ring
i’m goin’ stupid on cubans, it’s link after link after link
i’m doin’ sour in all of my relationships, i be lyin’ ’bout fling after fling after fling after f*, hmm
wearin’ this louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse
how many hundred*dollar bands and b00by can i cut the rubber band off and tear out?
touchin’ way too much cash for me to care ’bout
still’ll come k!ll a n*gga ’bout my payout
these n*ggas talkin’ hot, i feel like a.i. with the shot
i let the ar come and air out, woo
[chorus: lil pump & tory lanez]
racks all the way to the ceiling (tory)
racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (lil’ tory)
racks all the way to the ceiling
i give a f*ck how you feelin’, ooh (ooh, brr)
racks all the way to the ceiling
racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (esskeetit)
racks all the way to the ceiling
i give a f*ck how you feelin’ (ooh)

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