Lace the Timbs (Rims) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
(Nikko Bunkin' in the trap, yeah)

[Verse]
There he go again, there he go again, 'gain, uh
If I play at all, I'ma play to win, win, oh
I'm gon' pray to God, forgive me for my sins, sins, oh
Keep a firearm, scratchin' lotto ticket, oh
I'm little LeBron dunkin' on the rim, rim
I ain't from New York, but if I'm fightin', I'll lace up the timbs
Just to stomp a nigga brain and see what he thinkin'
Perc's and blood in the sink, been a long weekend
That Codeine, I'll pour, I pop pills too
I get so faded, don't know what to do
That Codeine, I'll pour, I pop pills too
I get so faded, don't know what to do
I remember drivin' Pontiac's
Takin' my clothes to the laundromat
Now I'm rich, rich, I'm beyond that
Fake friends don't get a call back
I done upgraded to a Maybach
MAC-11, make 'еm hit a face-plant
Gucci shades no Ray-Bans
Made hеr do the cliché dance
Like gettin’ tattooed, prayer hands
Bitch I'm that dude, prolly the only reason why they bitches be fuckin'
Ain't shit, know some it's some women that be drinkin' and smokin' and smilin', yeah, that's true
All my niggas, they be juggin' and robbin' and wildin'
Juggin' and robbin' and wildin'