Open Shop (High All Week) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Huh
(Cardo Got Wings)
Cardo shit, y'know?
Bitch, I'm dreamin' 'bout the cake
Choppa with a scope, put it to your face
All I know is hate
I don't wan' hop in the bank
Find a bitch I rate
Uh

[Chorus]
I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on Irene
Double G my feet, I've been high all week
Hotbox don't live windows up, ridin' 'round in a Bentley truck
Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust
Pray to God that all these drugs work
And if they don't, I'll probably kill my plug first
The pills I take'll probably take you off this Earth
Outta space off the Percs with a slur

[Post-Chorus]
I weigh the money, no countin'
I think I need an accountant
I'm rockin' shit that ain't out yet
Revenge, Revenge
I'm movin' slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathe out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin'