Pull Up In The Range Juice WRLD (Ft. NLE Choppa)

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Eating confident
Bitch, you ain't hotter than me
(808 Mafia)
You a condiment

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Sprinkle the money on that bitch ass like a condiment
I done got to the bag, you still tryna figure out who your father is
I ain't need my dad I still got cash, yeah for me, that's common sense
Pulling up in that Ghost, skrrt, (Huh), just like The Conjuring
Nowadays, I get too high, it feels like that I won't die
Spread my wings, and I'm gon' fly, fuck nigga it's go time, uh
Raw when I hit it, I like my beats raw when I hit it (Uh, uh)
I hit that bitch raw when I hit it (Uh)
I'ma put in her jaw for a minute (Uh)
She got good head, told her, "Come Harvard a nigga" (Uh)
Good top come barber, a nigga (Uh)
Bomb pussy, Pearl Harbor a nigga (Uh)
But there ain't no charging a nigga (Uh)
I don't pay for the pussy, I get it (Uh)
Like my dick on ice, she slipping (Uh)
Ike Turner, I beat up the kitten (Uh)
Kicked her out and told her, "Good riddance" (Uh)
She gon' miss me when I'm gone (Uh)
I just be Drizzyin' bitches (Uh)
Nothing Was the Same that ho (Uh)