[Intro: Juice WRLD & Arthur Russell]
Enviyon on the mix
Baby lion goes
Haha
Where the islands go
Yeah
[Verse 1]
None of these motherfuckers could touch me
I don't give a fuck if you think you could
I'll still beat your ass like you from another hood
Still smokin' Woods, still givin' bitches wood
In a wishin' well 'cause I still wish a nigga would
Haha, you ain't shit to a boss
Rev her up like an engine until it give her exhaust
All these rappers I'm killing, I'm turning into a villain
My Nina be a horny bitch the way I'm getting her off
Randy Moss for your boy how I'm pickin' 'em off
I'm pickin' 'em out, these other niggas chickenin' out
I'm chewin' 'em up, pause, then I'm spittin' 'em out
I'm bein' general, don't make me start singlin' out
First things first, bitch, keep my name out your mouth
Before the doctor have to take your fuckin' brain out your mouth
I may just show up to your next concert with a AK
Just to see what all that fuckin' hype is about
Now it's blood on my Louis V's
Bad bitch like my clothes, came from overseas
Ex-girl gettin' mad, said she over me
Knowin' damn well that I'm still in them ovaries
Bitch, please, I see bullshit around me, ho's tryna clown me
As soon as I get money, I bet them bitches surround me
All my money goin' to new clothes and wardrobes
So I can't help but be fresher than Downy
Orange VLONE like I'm straight out the county
Louis Vuitton don mixed up in Givenchy
Same way Hennessy mix up in Bacardi, haha
Damn, so how the fuck you gon' stop me?
Enviyon on the mix
Baby lion goes
Haha
Where the islands go
Yeah
[Verse 1]
None of these motherfuckers could touch me
I don't give a fuck if you think you could
I'll still beat your ass like you from another hood
Still smokin' Woods, still givin' bitches wood
In a wishin' well 'cause I still wish a nigga would
Haha, you ain't shit to a boss
Rev her up like an engine until it give her exhaust
All these rappers I'm killing, I'm turning into a villain
My Nina be a horny bitch the way I'm getting her off
Randy Moss for your boy how I'm pickin' 'em off
I'm pickin' 'em out, these other niggas chickenin' out
I'm chewin' 'em up, pause, then I'm spittin' 'em out
I'm bein' general, don't make me start singlin' out
First things first, bitch, keep my name out your mouth
Before the doctor have to take your fuckin' brain out your mouth
I may just show up to your next concert with a AK
Just to see what all that fuckin' hype is about
Now it's blood on my Louis V's
Bad bitch like my clothes, came from overseas
Ex-girl gettin' mad, said she over me
Knowin' damn well that I'm still in them ovaries
Bitch, please, I see bullshit around me, ho's tryna clown me
As soon as I get money, I bet them bitches surround me
All my money goin' to new clothes and wardrobes
So I can't help but be fresher than Downy
Orange VLONE like I'm straight out the county
Louis Vuitton don mixed up in Givenchy
Same way Hennessy mix up in Bacardi, haha
Damn, so how the fuck you gon' stop me?
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