I´ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can´t fuck with me (Uh-uh) Try to run on me (What?), we gon´ bust semi´s (Grrah, Grrah) In the trap house, water whippin´ (Uh) I´m fuckin´ on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh) Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)
[Juice WRLD] Skrrt, swerve or somethin´ Hop off on your ass and go earn some Gettin´ to the bag on a daily basis Hit Saks Fifth, I´ma burn some I don´t go shopping without my gun (Yeah) .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)
.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh Livin´ my life on the money hunt
[Juice WRLD] Hatin´ on me, but they wanna be just like me, I know Jealousy is one of the ugliest things to show, oh Poppin´ A-215s, the only thing that numbs Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I´m tryna get her some These drugs got me stuck inside a prison They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm I take drugs and tote my pistol FN hangin´ out Balenciaga denim Pockets got Death Race for Love money in ´em We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin ´em Then mail his head to his motherfuckin´ children
My goal is billions, I´m up millions Superstar, not a civilian Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin´ I ain´t mean to say chillin´, bitch, I´m billin´ At least I ain´t drug dealin´ Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket I don´t kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I´m bickin´ it Me and her get so high, we can´t feel ligaments Still fuckin´ off of the Perkies, we intimate Leave Earth, we ain´t comin´ back, nigga
[Juice WRLD] I´ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can´t fuck with me (Uh-uh) Try to run on me (Yeah, what?), we gon´ bust semi´s (Grrah, grrah, grrah) In the trap house, water whippin´ (Uh, yeah)
I´m fuckin´ on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh, yeah) Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)
[Juice WRLD] Skrrt, swerve or somethin´ Hop off your ass and go earn some (Uh) Gettin´ to the bag on a daily basis (Uh) Hit Saks Fifth, I´ma burn some (Uh) I don´t go shopping without my gun (Uh) .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Uh) .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Uh), uh Livin´ my life on the money hunt
[Juice WRLD] Uh, smokin´ these Runtz
Hitting your bitch from the back and the front, uh, uh Poppin´ these Percs, I might just go berserk and fuck on a bitch all night long I got thots inside my house, one way in and one way out Put my dick up in they mouth, tryna feel what they talking ´bout I´m at Coachella, double R on the truck, feel like Birdman, I´m a Young Stunna (Yeah) Not a pedestrian, I shoot a movie like cameras, Gunner and Gunna (Oh yeah) Bitch, I´m a superstar, I may pull up in a supercar fuckin´ yo´ mama Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR Screamin´ out, "Slatt," with my gun drawn Opps comin´ from everywhere, Call of Duty how they spawn
But I got killers everywhere, bullshit is what they´re on It´s three strikes in this game of life, but I ain´t worried, I´m Barry Bonds Knock it out the park, Barry (I feel like Rick James) Or maybe Rick and Morty ´cause my life is insane
[Juice WRLD] I´ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can´t fuck with me (Uh-uh) Try to run on me (Yeah, what?), we gon´ bust semi´s (Grrah, grrah, grrah) In the trap house, water whippin´ (Uh) I´m fuckin´ on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh) Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)
[Juice WRLD] Skrrt, swerve or somethin´ Hop off your ass and go earn some (Uh) Gettin´ to the bag on a daily basis (Uh) Hit Saks Fifth, I´ma burn some (Uh) I don´t go shopping without my gun (Uh) .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Uh) .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Uh), uh Livin´ my life on the money hunt
[ Robb Bank$] (Carlton) (Eighteen) (Nuri the G.O.A.T)