Part I
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
I'ma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her, "Go figure"
She suck through the tommy's, I'm talkin' Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That bitch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to two 'causе I am not the one, uh
Bettеr locked up, Akon
All my other niggas they gone
R.I.P. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That's just how it is
I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that shit
I hit yo bitch just like a lick
I'm with the shits, I pass the 'Roc
Ain't no assist, bitch on my cock
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yuh
I'm in the cut with the nina
I'm wettin' it up like this shit Aquafina
You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls
Nigga ain't talkin' Serena
All of my niggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo' bitch, fuck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I'm killin'
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don't want no smoke
All of these niggas ain't nothin' but jokes
Run up on me like a.. like a Facebook post, lil' nigga, you poked, uh
[Bridge: Juice WRLD & Future]
I'm a rich nigga, you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
Run up on me, let's go
Bah, bah, bah, choppa on go (Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh
Breathe in and out, uh, I had to catch my breath, yuh
Now I'ma spaz on they ass
I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads
Hotter than a nigga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a nigga, that chopper blast
Told you I cannot do battle rap
Fuck ass nigga tryna battle, that shit kill
Shaquille, rim rattle that
Niggas, they snitch, they tattle that
Send that shit back, damn
You must be dope, bitch, I'm crack, yuh
[Verse 3: Drake]
The dash, it's digi', the schedule busy
My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin', it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, "Look up" 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's
Booked for three years, man, you can't even book me
It's me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s
Me and Drake 'bout to drop, man, this shit gon' go crazy
They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement
I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make 'em 'go crazy
Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm the baby
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Part II
[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Slappin' on the pussy like a battle axe, uh
Got a bigger ass than a Cadillac, uh
Niggas bout to drip, they got cataract
Fucked a baby momma on a muhfuckin' yoga mat, uh
Hunnid phone, hunnid phone, backpack
Laughing at these niggas like I'm muhfuckin' Flapjack, uh
I don't fucking gamble, fuck blackjack
School of rockin' niggas like I'm muhfuckin' Jack Black
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 (Ayy)
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!
[Spoken Outro: XXXTENTACION]
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
I'ma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her, "Go figure"
She suck through the tommy's, I'm talkin' Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That bitch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to two 'causе I am not the one, uh
Bettеr locked up, Akon
All my other niggas they gone
R.I.P. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That's just how it is
I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that shit
I hit yo bitch just like a lick
I'm with the shits, I pass the 'Roc
Ain't no assist, bitch on my cock
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yuh
I'm in the cut with the nina
I'm wettin' it up like this shit Aquafina
You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls
Nigga ain't talkin' Serena
All of my niggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo' bitch, fuck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I'm killin'
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don't want no smoke
All of these niggas ain't nothin' but jokes
Run up on me like a.. like a Facebook post, lil' nigga, you poked, uh
[Bridge: Juice WRLD & Future]
I'm a rich nigga, you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
Run up on me, let's go
Bah, bah, bah, choppa on go (Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh
Breathe in and out, uh, I had to catch my breath, yuh
Now I'ma spaz on they ass
I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads
Hotter than a nigga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a nigga, that chopper blast
Told you I cannot do battle rap
Fuck ass nigga tryna battle, that shit kill
Shaquille, rim rattle that
Niggas, they snitch, they tattle that
Send that shit back, damn
You must be dope, bitch, I'm crack, yuh
[Verse 3: Drake]
The dash, it's digi', the schedule busy
My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin', it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, "Look up" 'cause it's snowin' in Tootsie's
Booked for three years, man, you can't even book me
It's me and Lil Baby, this shit goin' crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, 'cause nobody saved me
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got 'em waitin' and watchin' what he gon' do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
25 hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin', he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s
Me and Drake 'bout to drop, man, this shit gon' go crazy
They know I'm the truth, comin' straight from the basement
I'm straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make 'em 'go crazy
Wah-wah-wah, bitch, I'm the baby
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave
Got M's in the bank, like, "Yes, indeed"
Me and my dawg goin' all the way
When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate
Part II
[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Slappin' on the pussy like a battle axe, uh
Got a bigger ass than a Cadillac, uh
Niggas bout to drip, they got cataract
Fucked a baby momma on a muhfuckin' yoga mat, uh
Hunnid phone, hunnid phone, backpack
Laughing at these niggas like I'm muhfuckin' Flapjack, uh
I don't fucking gamble, fuck blackjack
School of rockin' niggas like I'm muhfuckin' Jack Black
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 (Ayy)
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!
[Spoken Outro: XXXTENTACION]
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