Ball Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Mm, stunt on a bitch

[Chorus]
Ball, Kyrie, swish
I hit that bitch in the back of a Bentley
So deep, I'm in her belly
.40 on me, I'm ready
Ha, yeah, back in a mix
I'ma take this Perc', I'ma take your bitch
Celebrate success, confetti
Remember forever, you cannot forget me

[Verse]
Uh, uh, step in Balenci'
I'm boolin' back with my slimes in a bitty
I'm startin' to think I run this city
These niggas want beef, get steak like Philly
I went and ran up a couple of milli'
Now everybody want to make money with me
Nobody wanted to struggle with me
Now they wanna get triple-doubles with me
I put Dior on my body, I feel like a boss, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm winnin' every day, they taking loss, yeah, yeah, yeah
Not only do I got drip, I got sauce, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci and the Goyard cost dead presidents
Kinda like a graveyard, oh
Fresh out the graveyard, oh
I got the chains on, oh
I'm not a slave, dog, oh
You do as you told, I do whatever I want
You got the rack, racks in, I get it big brackin'
Baby, your nigga a has-been
He can't do the shit I did
Look at his house, my crib is like ten times big
Look at his watch, my wrist take a shit on his
Yeah, shit on ‘em, up it, dumped a clip on 'em