Burberry Timbs (Vince Staples Version) Juice WRLD (Ft. Vince Staples)

Lyrics From Demos

[Intro]
Mustard on that beat, ho

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Percocets be getting under my skin (Ayy, ayy)
I ain't really fucking with her friend (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
All I got is my brothers and my kin (Ayy, ayy)
Feel like LeBron, how I'm all up on the rim (Woo)
Stomp 'em out in some Burberry Timbs, ayy (Woo)
I'ma come through, kill him, him and him, ayy (Woo)
Money shady, looking like Eminem, ayy (Woo)
Niggas fake as fuck, they be feminine, ayy (Woo)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Never love a ho never ever again (Right, right)
Blow a check, like I blow it in the wind (Right, right)
Bad bitch finna fuck me and my friends, ayy
Prolly have a ménage in the Benz, ayy (Skrt, yeah)
Two .50 Cals, they be twins (Pew pew pew)
You don't wanna see them twins working, ayy (Pew pew)
Throw a band, got your bitch twerkin', ayy
Hundred thou', bought my bitch a Birkin, ayy
Put the money in the bag, stick up
I been balling like Kobe nigga no pick up
Mix the perky with the liquor, magic elixir
Ten minutes later I'm fucked up
Rollie turn the summer into winter
I can turn a loser to a winner
You can't turn a chooser to a housewife
I don't act right, but my Act right
I'm an activist, you know I keep the pour up
Mix it with the pills and sip it till I throw up
New niggas really claiming that they know us
Pull up on 'em like what's up, what's up