Bitty DJ Scheme (Ft. Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Juice WRLD, Yung Bans, & Robb Bank$]
Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch
Nuri the G.O.A.T.​
Haha

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count them racks then go, smokin' on thrax and coke
Come from Mexico (They come from Mexico)
Thumbin' through racks, oh, hundred in the stash house (Go)
I'ma ball 'til I fall out (Go), I'm on the cash route

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Gleam, glaow, they see the diamonds through the tints
You ain't 'sposed to make it from my city, from my city
Bickin' it back, now I'm in the 'burbs now (I made it)
I'm faded, contemplatin', it’s the greatness that I'm chasin'
Walk in, feel the vibrations (Yeah)
Kel-Tec leave a nigga vibratin’ (Yeah)
Kel-Tec end a nigga like Raiden (Oh yeah)
Kеl-Tec send a nigga to Satan (Yeah)
Sеnd 'em to Heaven, adjacent (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
12 downin' you, GTA wasted (Yeah)
I be rollin' around, and I'm racin' (Yeah)
In a brand new 'Rari, no basic (Skrr)
Got a lot of all these blunts that I'm facin'
Tryna fuck on your thot 'fore the day end, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, all-seeing eye like a Mason, yeah, bitch (Yeah)
I swear I can't go for nothing, baby, I can't show no pity (Can't show no pity)
All my choppas supermodels, bought them bitches titties (Bought 'em tits)
Nigga, we don't do no talking, we gon' pull up to yo' bity (Bah)
Hella bullets fly, try to put one in yo' kidney (Yeah)
Yeah, my dogs like Santa Paws, I got a present for yo' kitty (Kitty)
Yeah, we want the smoke, we want the smoke like it's a chimney (Yeah, yeah)
And I ride 'round with that fire, that's on bloods from my city (Yeah, yeah)
Hope a nigga ready for war if he tryna come and get me (Yeah, bitch)