Tempted Juice WRLD

[Intro]
This one we surfin'? Surfs up, wave, uh-huh, ayy (Let's go, let's go)
(808 Mafia)
808, 150 No Limit Gang (O-oh)
Triple nine, fuck what you claim (O-oh)

[Chorus]
I'ma pull up in a Bentley, bitch ride me just like a ten speed
Got a .40 with 30s, the auto or semi, extended clip, I got plenty
I count rack after rack, pour the red, I'm a slatt
My gun just like a bitch, it's sittin' on my lap
I'm a rebel, play heavy metal in the trap
Got the red when I pop the phantom in the back (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
My money old, London bridge
She babysit, swallow kids
Still wanna hate, hollow tips
Hop in the whip, Grand Theft Auto my clip
Suck my dick like a baby bottle, poppin' dick
Hit 'em with it like Ronda Rousey, but I win
All these niggas that heard about me, they be worried about me, they be really scary 'bout the kid
Givenchy my kicks, I'll never kick it with 'em
If you forgot the drip, Balenciaga denim
To a hood nigga, True Religion on the denim
Ain't no polyester, Versace on the linen
Fucked her rolled off the perkies, kitty, I'ma kill it
Bullets land on your face, it aimin' for a kiss
Diamonds shine like a star, Orion or Achilles
Sagittarius, horoscope on the semi