Tesla Songtext
von Lil Pump feat. Smokepurpp

My favorite type of weed was uhh
Cocaine

Butterfly doors go up on the Tesla (ooh)
Send that - back in that Greyhound, she′s an extra (yeah, yeah)
Teach her - a lesson, Little Pump the professor (whoa)
Buddy wore a vest, but we shoot from the neck up (aye-aye) -
I sent him a -, he ain't know it was a setup (yeah)
White chalk, yellow tape, he went home on a stretcher (brrt, oh, yeah)
Wake up in the morning, got a Draco on my dresser (Draco on my, yeah)
She gon′ eat the -, deepthroat the -, I'm in her neck, huh?

F- her once, send her back, we got guns like Iraq
This - trippin', this a ′Rari, not no Pontiac
These n- trippin′, this ain't Wockhardt, this a pint of Act′
My grandma just spilled my double cup, now she gettin' smacked
I took a bean in the morning, I don′t know how to act
12 p.m. at night and I'm still doin′ slatt (slatt, slatt)
I got junkies at my door, they askin' me for - (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


On the binge, drank a pint before it was noon (bih, bih, on God)
Doin' donuts in the Scat, this is not a coupe (skrrt, awoo, yeah)
If I up it on a -, -, I′m finna shoot (brrt, brrt, brrt)
′Ventador in the driveway, - it, chop the roof (bih, - it)
I'm on a bean, yeah, I′m on a whole lotta lean, yeah (yeah)
Dirty money, blood money, gotta get clean, yeah (click, click, click)
AK, SK, Draco's, AR′s, and none of 'em clean, yeah (brrt, brrt, pop)
I told the b- she done fell in love with a fiend, yeah (fiend, yeah)

Yeah, ha, yeah
Deadstar, Gucci Gang
Bih, brrt, brrt, brrt

Butterfly doors go up on the Tesla (ooh)
Send that - back in that Greyhound, she′s an extra (yeah, yeah)
Teach her - a lesson, Little Pump the professor (whoa)
Buddy wore a vest, but we shoot from the neck up (aye-aye), -
I sent him a -, he ain't know it was a setup (yeah)
White chalk, yellow tape, he went home on a stretcher (brrt, oh, yeah)
Wake up in the morning, got a Draco on my dresser (Draco on my, yeah)
She gon' eat the -, deepthroat the -, I′m in her neck, huh?