[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Juice WRLD]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Cutthroat, love it when thеy run, ho
Knife on the AK, stab 'em with a gun, ho
Hoppin' in that mosh pit, I was tryna ragе shit
It's a different day, it's like niggas on the same shit, I hate it
Rich like a white bitch, I should go blonde, bitch
I put my dick up in your mom, bitch
You ain't on shit dot-com, bitch
Desert Eagle, take his head off, make it fly like a comet
Glizzy crank your ass like Soulja Boy, screamin', "Yah, bitch"
[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, fuck 'round, pussy boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you fuck 'round, you get murked
These niggas bitches, mm, I get it
Sauce, bitch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
Niggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a nigga throw a backpack, nigga, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a fuck nigga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian bitch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Ski Mask the Slump God]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Yup, yup)
[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I got surveillance on satellite of your bitch plans tonight
For me, she ride tonight, um
I am the bright of the darker times
Just like her bedroom, man, I am her night light of, um
No bands, if I'm Superman then that's kryptonite, um
Goin' in like a dimple or like a cellulite, um
See you a fan but you kinda bitin', you termite
And now I'm heatin' up, feelin' throwed like a thermite, uh
Niggas be still like birth
I can recognize that you pie, but you lies with the worst
I could put his face on a shirt
Got him breakdancin' 'cause I'm with a little Uzi, no Vert
Like where the children be, gotta be kiddin' me
Damage 'em, I think they sick of my tyranny
Goku spirit bomb this whole damn vicinity
Treat 'em like a moon mission, land on 'em literally
[Verse 4: Pop Smoke]
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she gon' talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Cutthroat, love it when thеy run, ho
Knife on the AK, stab 'em with a gun, ho
Hoppin' in that mosh pit, I was tryna ragе shit
It's a different day, it's like niggas on the same shit, I hate it
Rich like a white bitch, I should go blonde, bitch
I put my dick up in your mom, bitch
You ain't on shit dot-com, bitch
Desert Eagle, take his head off, make it fly like a comet
Glizzy crank your ass like Soulja Boy, screamin', "Yah, bitch"
[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
Okay, I'm turnt
At the party, fuck 'round, pussy boy, and you get burnt
Actin' up, you actin' buff, you fuck 'round, you get murked
These niggas bitches, mm, I get it
Sauce, bitch, I'm with it, uh, I get it
Shots at your fitted, mm, I did it
Yuh, I did it, yuh, I did it
Niggas askin' where I get my drip at
Told a nigga throw a backpack, nigga, back-back, hmm
Asking for the money, where your racks at?
If you ain't my brother, told a fuck nigga "Hush that", uh
Cartier, Cartier, throwing shade, uh
Asian bitch really like to crochet, uh
And my wrist never like throwing shade, uh
Came to the crib off of Kool-Aid, ayy
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Ski Mask the Slump God]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Yup, yup)
[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I got surveillance on satellite of your bitch plans tonight
For me, she ride tonight, um
I am the bright of the darker times
Just like her bedroom, man, I am her night light of, um
No bands, if I'm Superman then that's kryptonite, um
Goin' in like a dimple or like a cellulite, um
See you a fan but you kinda bitin', you termite
And now I'm heatin' up, feelin' throwed like a thermite, uh
Niggas be still like birth
I can recognize that you pie, but you lies with the worst
I could put his face on a shirt
Got him breakdancin' 'cause I'm with a little Uzi, no Vert
Like where the children be, gotta be kiddin' me
Damage 'em, I think they sick of my tyranny
Goku spirit bomb this whole damn vicinity
Treat 'em like a moon mission, land on 'em literally
[Verse 4: Pop Smoke]
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back, in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she gon' talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
She want a star (Woo)
She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
Here come that boy with the drum
If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run
If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped
Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)
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