[Intro]
(Pax Gimmick)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
You better think twice 'fore they come for your life (Uh-huh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this choppa 'll bust ya' (Uh-huh)
This bitch get to rappin', and spittin' in rhymes (Bitch, uh-huh)
You a pussy nigga, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just in case I gotta shoot 9 times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines)
These rich niggas, recline ('cline) (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hop in a whip with them killers, they totin' them b (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I don't got money then, yeah, I'ma rob you (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, I came from the gutter (Yeah)
Never been no pеdestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somеthin', the way I be stuntin' (Uh-huh)
Put Hermès on the joggers, three thousand, ain't nothin' (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, lock him down
[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Ooh, oh, oh
It cost to live like this
Never thought I'd have a crib like this
I remember it was loose chains, now it's new chains
That's the sound you hear
Remember I thought I was going no where
They calling me from back home, they want me dead
Show in the Chi', performing with one in the hand
(Pax Gimmick)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
You better think twice 'fore they come for your life (Uh-huh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this choppa 'll bust ya' (Uh-huh)
This bitch get to rappin', and spittin' in rhymes (Bitch, uh-huh)
You a pussy nigga, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just in case I gotta shoot 9 times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines)
These rich niggas, recline ('cline) (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hop in a whip with them killers, they totin' them b (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I don't got money then, yeah, I'ma rob you (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, I came from the gutter (Yeah)
Never been no pеdestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somеthin', the way I be stuntin' (Uh-huh)
Put Hermès on the joggers, three thousand, ain't nothin' (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, lock him down
[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Ooh, oh, oh
It cost to live like this
Never thought I'd have a crib like this
I remember it was loose chains, now it's new chains
That's the sound you hear
Remember I thought I was going no where
They calling me from back home, they want me dead
Show in the Chi', performing with one in the hand
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