Rodents Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Came in the cut with a—
Came in the cut with a—
You don't wear Versace, you wear—
You don't wear Versace, you wear Versus
I don't see no competition, no versin'
I drop this Perc', I'm a different person
Let's go
(Aw yeah, TyMadeIt)

[Chorus]
You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus (That shit Versus)
I don't see no competition, ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin')
Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it (I don't rehearse)
Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause I'ma just rebirth it, yеah
Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin' (Yеah)
Thirty round with the three-round burstin' (Yeah)
Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?)
I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah (Time for rats)

[Verse 1]
Look at these racks (Uh-huh), in a Chanel bag (Uh-huh)
I got a gun in the bag (Uh-huh), in the Chanel bag (Uh-huh)
Five-hundred for a bag, that's a Birkin
Two-tone skelly (Uh-huh), that's the salary of a surgeon (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Where he at? Shoot his ass
Leave him leakin', yeah, maxi-pad
Ayy, pull up on him, let him have it
Gra, gra, gra, that's an automatic
Three round burst with me, I'ma let him have it
I'm ballin' like Dirk Nowitzki on the Mavericks
Want smoke? I'ma fuck around, give you cancer
I'ma pull up on the scene like a fuckin' Pamper
I can turn a nun bitch to a dirty dancer
I can turn a dumb bitch to a brain champion
I don't ever run, bitch, I ain't scared of nothin', bitch
Choppa like Nick Cannon, shoot it like a drum, bitch