Days Going By Juice WRLD

[Intro]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Smokin' cookie crisp, huh, stupid bitch

[Verse 1]
Let my girlfriend hold the strap nigga, no dike
Doin drive-bys at night, nigga no lights
Hatin on me, fuck nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas thats locked up for life
Slowed down on the percs something don't feel right
Hi-Tech red that shit slime real right
I free-style that shit they will write
He on the corner, stop at the redlight
Talkin drunk, nigga no budlight
He on the gram flexin with fake dice
I'mma keep going no time for a hook
They stealin the drip, no time for a crook
Your bitch get picked up, then I get licked up, we in a fisker
Movin to cali, LA to Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, she real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods I'll pay
Someone talk down on my name I'll slay
Imma test out my new gun like yeah
Spend two bands get my bitch red hair
Pull on up a fuck nigga yeah right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now, we ain't never cared