A OK (On Tour) Juice WRLD

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Gunna]
(Boy)
Juice WRLD, we gone
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour"
If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door
.40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away
Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay

[Verse 1]
Married to this money, matrimony, holy
Got the Gucci glasses for a reason, help me see the phony
Perkies numb the pain, sometimes, only sometimes
My baby numb the pain, long nights, wasn't alright
Day after day, no peace, I'm drug pursuing
Mom and dad, look at all the fucking drugs I'm doing
I'm taking handout like you dad, you dad
But ain't gon' end up like you dad, no bad dad
Ma, I know I made you too mad
I ain't bring home A's from my math class
Every other day of school I would skip that
Makes me wonder how I was even a high school grad, grad