Think Twice Juice WRLD & Young Thug (Ft. Lil Duke)

[Intro]
(Pax Gimmick)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
We get a lot of the cheese, I make a thottie bitch get on her knees (Woah)
Lot of shit, I can't believe, and we bout take a trip all overseas
Came out of poverty (Came out of poverty)
Racks in my pocket like I hit the lottery
Selling out shows, now they call me a prodigy
We don't give shit, don't want no apology
Pretty bih' ride by my side, and everywhere I gotta' ride wit that Nine (Fire)
Runnin' wit' nine my brothers
And I know they havin' my back like a spinе (Guard)
Play with the gang and you dyin'
It ain't no cap in my rap, I can't lie (Uh)
Get out thе way, you ain't none of my grind
You better think twice 'fore you play with the slime

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
You better think twice 'fore we come for your life (Uhh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this chopper'll bust ya' (Aye, Uh-huh)
The bitch get to rappin', can't spit, he can't rhyme (Brrr)
You a pussy nigga, uh huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just incase, I gotta' shoot em’ nine times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (three nines), I'm with the rich niggas, recline (Recline, yeah)
Hop in the whip with them killers, they totin' them poppas (Skrtt, Skrtt, Skrtt)
If I don't got money, then yeah, imma rob ya (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, I came from the gutter (Uh huh)
Never been a pedestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somethin', the way I be stunna (Uh-huh)
Hermes on the joggers, three thousand ain't nun (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, locked him down