Homicide Juice WRLD

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
Uh, uh
You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse]
You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave
She wasn't tryna ride my dick like a ten speed
Yeah, I keep a gun on my hip, don't tempt me
You a ho, you a ho, nigga, you got a pimp
I'm ballin' out like Derrick Rose, Chicago in this bitch
Swerve, I just got a Murciélago, pull up, park it on the curb
Sold out shows, flexin' outside my concerts
Fans watchin', twelve watchin', money comin', hoes jockin'

[Chorus]
Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber
I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber
I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me
Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me

[Open Verse]