All Figured Out lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
Huh?
Gucci Gang
1017, b*tch
Lil Pump
Ooh

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
I got it all figured out why they hate me (Why)
'Cause I be Louis'd down like a hypebeast (Yeah)
In Miami, f*ck a b*tch on a jetski
Need a Wesson, all this water on my time piece (b*tch)
I got it all figured out why they hate me (Ooh, why they, why, ooh)
Pull up on your b*tch, on your couch, I'm droppin' babies
I got it all figured out, why they hate me?
Gucci Gang, 1017 (Yeah), like the Navy

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I'm in Calabasas, I'm still scammin' (Yeah)
Pull up to your momma crib with a ratchet (Woah, pow-pow-pow-pow)
Thirty thousand dollars for the backend (For the backend)
Xanny with the X, it keep the balance (Brr, keep the balance)
Two twin b*tches on a jetski, yeah (Yeah)
Drop the top down on South Beach, yeah (On South Beach, ooh)
She f*ckin' first night, then she wifey (Then she wifey)
All these bad b*tches outside tryna fight me (Tryna fight me)
All these Lamborghinis in my driveway (Woah)
Took a Xanny bar, now I can't drive straight (Yeah, I can't drive straight)
Left wrist worth a quarter mil', look at my wrist, ayy (Aye)
Couple b*tches f*ckin' me (Ooh) all night, askin' for cocaine (Woah)
b*tches f*ckin' me all night, askin' for coke (Coke)
I get that water straight out the boat (Water straight out the boat, ooh)
Took some Viagra, then I gave her six strokes (Six strokes)
All red Rari, no top, Amber Rose (Vroom-vroom-vroom, yeah)
[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
I got it all figured out why they hate me (Why they hate me, why)
'Cause I be Louis'd down like a hypebeast (Ooh, yeah)
In Miami, f*ck a b*tch (Alright) on a jetski (On a jetski)
Need a Wesson, all this water on my time piece (Brr)
I got it all figured out why they hate me (Why they hate me)
Pull up on your b*tch, on your couch, I'm droppin' babies (Vroom-vroom-vroom)
I got it all figured out why they hate me (Why, sheesh)
Gucci Gang, 1017, like the Navy (Uh, esskeetit)

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp & Lil Pump]
Gucci Gang, 1017, like the Navy (Brrt)
Pull up on your b*tch, drop the top on the Mercedes (Drop, ooh)
n*ggas try do me like a sucker, you can't play me (Yeah)
Ten thousand on the jacket, just to hug you gotta pay me (Brr)
Three-Three bad b*tches with their ass out (Ass out)
I'm smokin' on this sherbet 'til I pass out (Pass out, huh?)
Got a fifty ball on me, I'm a cash out (Bih)
Swooped up, SRT, we do the dash out (Skrrt)

[Open Verse]