[Intro: Juice WRLD]
(Car!ton)
(Eighteen)
Keep it a buck fifty, uh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh)
Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah)
In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)
I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)
Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city)
Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
Hop off on your ass and go earn some
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some
I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah)
.30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)
.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh
Livin' my life on the money hunt
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hatin' on me, but they wanna be just like me, I know
Jеalousy is one of the ugliest things to show, oh
Poppin' A-215s, thе only thing that numbs
Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I'm tryna get her some
These drugs got me stuck inside a prison
They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm
I take drugs and tote my pistol
FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim
Pockets got Death Race For Love money in 'em
We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin 'em
Then mail his head to his motherfuckin' children
My goal is billions, I'm up millions
Superstar, not a civilian
Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin'
I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch, I'm billin'
At least I ain't drug dealin'
Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket
I don't kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I'm bickin' it
Me and her get so high, we can't feel ligaments
Still fuckin' off of the Perkies, we intimate
Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga
(Car!ton)
(Eighteen)
Keep it a buck fifty, uh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh)
Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah)
In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)
I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)
Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city)
Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
Hop off on your ass and go earn some
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some
I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah)
.30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)
.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh
Livin' my life on the money hunt
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hatin' on me, but they wanna be just like me, I know
Jеalousy is one of the ugliest things to show, oh
Poppin' A-215s, thе only thing that numbs
Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I'm tryna get her some
These drugs got me stuck inside a prison
They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm
I take drugs and tote my pistol
FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim
Pockets got Death Race For Love money in 'em
We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin 'em
Then mail his head to his motherfuckin' children
My goal is billions, I'm up millions
Superstar, not a civilian
Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin'
I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch, I'm billin'
At least I ain't drug dealin'
Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket
I don't kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I'm bickin' it
Me and her get so high, we can't feel ligaments
Still fuckin' off of the Perkies, we intimate
Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga
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