Hectic Juice WRLD

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
Uh, it could get hectic (I could get hectic, woah)
Bitch (Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha)
Uh, gang (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic (You dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah)
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof (Bitch you dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send his ass a message, yeah (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

[Verse]
Yeah, huh, rockstar from the trenches (Rockstar from the motherfuckin', yeah, yeah)
They can't keep up (Yeah, rock on, yeah)
Hit makin' money, makin' motherfucker (Bitch! What else? What else?)
That still send this shit up (Bitch! Bitch! Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, huh, uh, No Limit is the gang, best believe ([?])
Don't get shit fucked up (Uh)
We'll fuck you up (Uh)
Your bitch'll suck us up (Uh)
Mayweather with this left-right, Pacquiao with the uppercut (Uh-huh), woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, I go cray-cray (Cray-cray)
For the slimes that's listenin', I go bray-bray (I go bray-bray, slatt, slatt)
Your lil' bitch tell you she straight, but she go gay, gay (She go gay, gay)
At least off the Molly, she go all the way, way (All the way, way)
Woah, huh, what the fuck you say, say? (What you say, say?)
I can't hear you, I'm too busy gettin' paid, paid (Gettin' paid, paid)
I can't hear you, I'm too busy gettin' laid, laid, uh (Gettin' laid)
By your main thing (Yeah), that bitch got some good brain (Yeah)
Huh, ya dig?
Hop in the Spyder, I drive, like it got eight legs (Like eight, skrrt)
That lil' bitch suck on my dick like she got eight heads (She got eight)
Ride it like a motorcycle, scooter, and a moped (Skrrt)
Her bestfriend came through, guess what?
I got me some more head (Uh)