[Part I]
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
I told him that I'm a killer, hm
Fuckin' on a white bitch, I had the Milli Vanilli, that bitch is vanilla
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, I'm finna spread
I get the head from some teller (Hm)
I told her, "Bitch, we together, you know it's forever"
You run up I'm shootin', my hand on Beretta
I'm off of the top, it's a fucking Beretta
I'm fuckin' her good, I fuck her so good
You fuck her? Okay, well I'm fucking her better
Ayy, ayy, I'm so cold, watch on me, that bitch need a sweater
Knock 'em out, knock 'em out, Floyd Mayweather
He got a coat, nigga, no sweaty weather
He got a coat, nigga, no sweaty weather
B. Lou, nigga, can't nobody do it better
I smoke a nigga like a fucking [?], nigga (Yeah)
Shit he was smokin' on this dope, nigga laugh, propeller
Nigga, smokin' on this dope got me high as a propeller
Yeah, I fucked the bitch, and I'm fucking on the yellow
Hit it from the back—
Yeah, hit from the back, I'ma hit the bitch better
If the bitch freaky then we gon' fuck her together
If the bitch freaky we gon' fuck her together
If she really freaky she gon' suck us together
Then after that, fuck her, we'll keep her forever
Not as a main, but as a side though
Pull up on the scene, chopper, yeah, that's my side ho
Ayy, yeah, huh, you know though
Niggas full of shit, they some motherfuckin' a-holes, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Hittin' the cash flow
All the way to Moscow, dash, ho
Pull up on the scene doin' a dash, ho
Made trades with the drugs and sell mo'
Up, down, left, right, A, B, Y, X, bitch, that's the motherfuckin' cheat code
Pull up on the scene, like, "damn"
Stitch a nigga up like a motherfuckin' Lilo
Niggas talk stupid, don't get it, you a bitch—
[...] Like some lunch show, nigga best believe that your mom know, ooh
This that Osam' flow, this that Obam' flow, this type of dick in your mom flow
This let your mom know
Bitch, I go itchin' for the convos, goin' to a vacation in Congos
I'ma explode like terrorists
I know that these niggas are scared of this
I'm ballin' on niggas, embarassing
They bankin' on me like a Harris kid
Get it? Bankin' on me like some Harris shit
Harris' a bank, don't you get it?
The subject I spit is like school or somethin', they may just go have to revist
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
I told him that I'm a killer, hm
Fuckin' on a white bitch, I had the Milli Vanilli, that bitch is vanilla
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, I'm finna spread
I get the head from some teller (Hm)
I told her, "Bitch, we together, you know it's forever"
You run up I'm shootin', my hand on Beretta
I'm off of the top, it's a fucking Beretta
I'm fuckin' her good, I fuck her so good
You fuck her? Okay, well I'm fucking her better
Ayy, ayy, I'm so cold, watch on me, that bitch need a sweater
Knock 'em out, knock 'em out, Floyd Mayweather
He got a coat, nigga, no sweaty weather
He got a coat, nigga, no sweaty weather
B. Lou, nigga, can't nobody do it better
I smoke a nigga like a fucking [?], nigga (Yeah)
Shit he was smokin' on this dope, nigga laugh, propeller
Nigga, smokin' on this dope got me high as a propeller
Yeah, I fucked the bitch, and I'm fucking on the yellow
Hit it from the back—
Yeah, hit from the back, I'ma hit the bitch better
If the bitch freaky then we gon' fuck her together
If the bitch freaky we gon' fuck her together
If she really freaky she gon' suck us together
Then after that, fuck her, we'll keep her forever
Not as a main, but as a side though
Pull up on the scene, chopper, yeah, that's my side ho
Ayy, yeah, huh, you know though
Niggas full of shit, they some motherfuckin' a-holes, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Hittin' the cash flow
All the way to Moscow, dash, ho
Pull up on the scene doin' a dash, ho
Made trades with the drugs and sell mo'
Up, down, left, right, A, B, Y, X, bitch, that's the motherfuckin' cheat code
Pull up on the scene, like, "damn"
Stitch a nigga up like a motherfuckin' Lilo
Niggas talk stupid, don't get it, you a bitch—
[...] Like some lunch show, nigga best believe that your mom know, ooh
This that Osam' flow, this that Obam' flow, this type of dick in your mom flow
This let your mom know
Bitch, I go itchin' for the convos, goin' to a vacation in Congos
I'ma explode like terrorists
I know that these niggas are scared of this
I'm ballin' on niggas, embarassing
They bankin' on me like a Harris kid
Get it? Bankin' on me like some Harris shit
Harris' a bank, don't you get it?
The subject I spit is like school or somethin', they may just go have to revist
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