[Lyric] Going hard (Juice WRLD)

[Intro]
(Chris with the heat, bitch)

[Chorus]
I tell your ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah put that on the squad
I put that on god I put that on god
Imma get rich yeah
Every goddamn day I’m going hard
Pull your card (pull your card) I tell your ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah put that on the squad
I put that on god I put that on god
Imma get rich yeah
Every goddamn day I’m going hard
Pull your card (pull your card)

[Verse 1]
.40 on me I don’t need nobody gone
Fuck that second place shit I’m takin’ charge
You will get stopped like Dior that’s on god
Oh La La or my gang or my squad oh my god I go hard
That’s just how it is that’s just how we are that’s on god oh my god
Yeah I go hard yeah that’s on god yeah I take charge yeah
I will fuck your bitch (?) my front yard
[Chorus]
I tell your ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah put that on the squad
I put that on god I put that on god
Imma get rich yeah
Every goddamn day I’m going hard
Pull your card (pull your card) I tell your ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah put that on the squad
I put that on god I put that on god
Imma get rich yeah
Every goddamn day I’m going hard
Pull your card (pull your card)

[Verse 2]
If a nigga in our way he get killed
That’s for real that’s for real
Fuck how you feel it’s all about the dollar bills
(?) might get locked up no I won’t (?)
That’s for real
I don’t remember what happened anyway I was (?) with the pills
Sippin’ on the christoff Vvs up in my wrist oh
Ballin’ hard like Chris ball
You nigga funny tell me like Christoff

[Chorus]
I tell your ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah put that on the squad
I put that on god I put that on god
Imma get rich yeah
Every goddamn day I’m going hard
Pull your card (pull your card) I tell your ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah put that on the squad
I put that on god I put that on god
Imma get rich yeah
Every goddamn day I’m going hard
Pull your card (pull your card)