[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brother used to serve heroin to your pops (Uh-huh)
Ridin' down your block, tryna look for the opps (Uh-huh)
Bitches in my DM, givin' me the drop (Uh-huh)
So now I know how many niggas with you in that house (Uh-huh)
You won't know it's me, I got my mask on (Got my mask on)
This a stick up, grab the straps, let's get in and get out (Let's get in and get out)
I run off on the plug, pulled a fast one (Pulled a fast one)
Whip his bricks up, set up shop, then I trap out my house (Trap out my house)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
All old money, but the shoes new (Ya' dig?)
Pull up while I'm shooting out the moon roof (Yeah)
This fuck nigga wanna kill me (Ya' dig?)
Ain't my fault your mama like dog food (Yeah)
Ayy, Balenci' on my kicks, I spent yo' rent on it (Spent yo' rent on it)
Yеah, they see the wave, thеy try to get on it (They try to get on it)
Got the world in my hands, I'ma shit on 'em (I'ma shit on 'em)
If I go broke I'ma hit stains, pick pockets (I'ma hit a lick on it)
Like robbery, this ain't Twitter don't follow me (Uh)
Badass bitch gon' swallow me (Uh)
Choppa smash your head like a pumpkin, yeah, Halloween
Bullet to your head like concussion (Wow, uh-huh)
Oh, you havin' a party? We may go shoot up your function (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Twenty-three in this Glock, I shoot it like Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Off of the Molly and the Bacardi, so it feel crazy when we fuckin' (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
She want a hubby, I think it's funny, after that I change the subject (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Make an example out of her boyfriend, he get crucified in public (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Damn, I ain't mean to get that trill
Damn
It is what it is
Brother used to serve heroin to your pops (Uh-huh)
Ridin' down your block, tryna look for the opps (Uh-huh)
Bitches in my DM, givin' me the drop (Uh-huh)
So now I know how many niggas with you in that house (Uh-huh)
You won't know it's me, I got my mask on (Got my mask on)
This a stick up, grab the straps, let's get in and get out (Let's get in and get out)
I run off on the plug, pulled a fast one (Pulled a fast one)
Whip his bricks up, set up shop, then I trap out my house (Trap out my house)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
All old money, but the shoes new (Ya' dig?)
Pull up while I'm shooting out the moon roof (Yeah)
This fuck nigga wanna kill me (Ya' dig?)
Ain't my fault your mama like dog food (Yeah)
Ayy, Balenci' on my kicks, I spent yo' rent on it (Spent yo' rent on it)
Yеah, they see the wave, thеy try to get on it (They try to get on it)
Got the world in my hands, I'ma shit on 'em (I'ma shit on 'em)
If I go broke I'ma hit stains, pick pockets (I'ma hit a lick on it)
Like robbery, this ain't Twitter don't follow me (Uh)
Badass bitch gon' swallow me (Uh)
Choppa smash your head like a pumpkin, yeah, Halloween
Bullet to your head like concussion (Wow, uh-huh)
Oh, you havin' a party? We may go shoot up your function (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Twenty-three in this Glock, I shoot it like Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Off of the Molly and the Bacardi, so it feel crazy when we fuckin' (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
She want a hubby, I think it's funny, after that I change the subject (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Make an example out of her boyfriend, he get crucified in public (Wow, wow, wow, uh-huh)
Damn, I ain't mean to get that trill
Damn
It is what it is
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