[Intro: Juice WRLD & unknown]
I ain't with all of that
My, my focus is if y'all wanna box, we can box
Then I'ma hug you, nigga
And I'ma go on about my business, period
We ain't got to add no cameras, no nothin'
So you can feel comfortable, period, nigga
I ain't with none of that shit, bro
Y'all niggas stop playin' with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain't with all that
I'm on 30 right now, bro
I'm on fuckin' 30, bro
I'm on 30, now give me some fuckin' lemonade, fo' sure
I'm on 30, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (9-9-9)
Fucked up this time, didn't it? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, fucked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
Bitch, bitch, ayy
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hopped up out the jet, with a bitch from Tijuana (Bitch)
Smellin' like some pounds in that stank, Marijuana (Gas)
That bitch gon' do coke for me (Ayy), she gon' hide my dope for me (Yeah)
Flex up on my ex, I'm off the pills, she calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I'm in the back of your house gettin' top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, bitch)
Walkin' in slow motion everywhere that I go, 'cause it's a four in a Fanta, yeah (Bitch)
AP skeleton on the way, two-tone, wrist dancin', yeah (Watch, bitch)
Fuck her then I take her out to Micky D's, no time for romantic, yeah (Lil' bitch)
Young, rich nigga, my money be stackin', .40 on my hip, no lackin' (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck-nigga, knuck if you buck, you ain't 'bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari, I put it in gear, and it crawl like tarantula (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I fuck yo' bitch while I howl at the moon, she tell me I act like an animal, yeah (Woo)
I ain't with all of that
My, my focus is if y'all wanna box, we can box
Then I'ma hug you, nigga
And I'ma go on about my business, period
We ain't got to add no cameras, no nothin'
So you can feel comfortable, period, nigga
I ain't with none of that shit, bro
Y'all niggas stop playin' with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain't with all that
I'm on 30 right now, bro
I'm on fuckin' 30, bro
I'm on 30, now give me some fuckin' lemonade, fo' sure
I'm on 30, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (9-9-9)
Fucked up this time, didn't it? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, fucked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
Bitch, bitch, ayy
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hopped up out the jet, with a bitch from Tijuana (Bitch)
Smellin' like some pounds in that stank, Marijuana (Gas)
That bitch gon' do coke for me (Ayy), she gon' hide my dope for me (Yeah)
Flex up on my ex, I'm off the pills, she calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I'm in the back of your house gettin' top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, bitch)
Walkin' in slow motion everywhere that I go, 'cause it's a four in a Fanta, yeah (Bitch)
AP skeleton on the way, two-tone, wrist dancin', yeah (Watch, bitch)
Fuck her then I take her out to Micky D's, no time for romantic, yeah (Lil' bitch)
Young, rich nigga, my money be stackin', .40 on my hip, no lackin' (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck-nigga, knuck if you buck, you ain't 'bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari, I put it in gear, and it crawl like tarantula (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I fuck yo' bitch while I howl at the moon, she tell me I act like an animal, yeah (Woo)
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