Irony Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Hollywood J (Hollywood J)
Yeah, "How you feel?" Bitch, I'm great
Eating good, steak, shrimp on my plate
From the hood, wait, get out my face
If you out of line, I'll put you in your place

[Pre-Chorus]
Woke up fiending for the lean, so I hit the plug
He got everything I need, all exotic drugs
I'm runnin' up a check, so I'm not runnin' out of funds
These niggas try to fight, I guess they runnin' out of guns

[Chorus]
She all in my cup, red lean
New Glock, red beam
Your bitch do the whole damn team
She all in my cup, red lean
New Glock, red beam
Your bitch do the whole damn team

[Verse 1]
Tell me how you want it
I'ma throw twenties, I'ma throw hundreds when I'm up in Follies
Baby, your nigga a lame, yeah, that nigga folly
On Twitter, he just followed me
While you over here swallowing, can you taste the irony?
I'm John Cena with this shit, you niggas ain't see it comin'
Before I pop a Perc, I pray to God that I don't vomit
I put my soul into this shit, I swear it's all or nothing
Sippin' real slime, this ain't Robitussin