Hello Abby Juice WRLD (Ft. Datboy Keiston)

[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus:DatBoy Keiston]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won't let 'em run off
They think that I'm soft 'cause I make sad songs (Hah)
'Till we catch 'em slippin' at the red light and peel off (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Yeah, sticks in the air
I'm so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I'm dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 1:DatBoy Keiston]
Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain't family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Woah)
I gave it to her 'cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin' (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I'm leavin' him leakin' (Uh-huh)
I'm shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don't do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it'll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I'ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin'
Smokin' this kush got my eyes Japanese-in'
I gave her defense, she take no offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I'm in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real nigga business, don't get involved (Yeah)
Ain't yo business, bitch I'm a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it's all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I'm on top, ooh, they surrounding (I'm on top)