From the Bottom Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Oof

[Verse 1]
So much medicine in me, I'm like a pharmacy
I stay at the W, you niggas at the Double Tree
Baby I'm just fuckin' you, you know you get no love from me
Fuck nigga ran up (Yeah), thank God I had my gun on me
I ain't gon' stop for nobody
I don't love you, I just love on your body
I kick that shit like I'm doin' karate
Gun'll stretch you out, my choppa Pilates
Fuck with my money, I catch me a body
I'm in the studio, don't do parts
Put your guns in the air nigga, let's get gnarly
Suck me good, let's get naughty
Bitch it's on, bitch it's poppin'
Bitch it's crackin', bitch it's brackin'
You niggas ain't 'bout that action
My hand stay on my ratchet
I grew up really trappin'
Ran up the money, ran up the bag
You niggas all in my way
I'm in my prime, I'm in my bag
None of you niggas are fuckin' with me
Perc' 3-0 to the face, uh
Take another one in a minute, uh
Put my dick in her face, uh
She wanna have my son, I'm tempted, uh
Look at the sauce, I'm drippin', uh
I may take your bitch for a minute, uh
Nigga, be realistic, uh
She want a real nigga