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Juice Wrld - Open Shop High All Week Lyrics

[Intro]
Huh
(Cardo Got Wings)
Cardo shit, y'know?
Bitch, I'm dreamin' 'bout the cake
Choppa with a scope, put it to your face
All I know is hate
I don't wan' hop in the bank
Find a bitch I rate
Uh

[Chorus]
I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on Irene
Double G my feet, I've been high all week
Hotbox don't live windows up, ridin' 'round in a Bentley truck
Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust
Pray to God that all these drugs work
And if they don't, I'll probably kill my plug first
The pills I take'll probably take you off this Earth
Outta space off the Percs with a slur

[Post-Chorus]
I weigh the money, no countin'
I think I need an accountant
I'm rockin' shit that ain't out yet
Revenge, Revenge
I'm movin' slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathe out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin'
[Verse]
Double my cup and I love red
Yeah, I like pussy but love head
She tell me that I'm disgustin'
She still fuckin'
I got your hoe in my DMs
I fuck yo' bitch with no condom
Now she say that she my BM
Take care of your kid
Ayy, double cup with the lean
Choppa came with the beam
Make a wrong move, it'll put a bullet hole in your jeans
Dior shorty on fleek, double G shorty on fleek
Met my ho with a bad bitch partyin', they were doin' cocaine all week

[Chorus]
I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on Irene
Double G my feet, I've been high all week
Hotbox don't live windows up, ridin' 'round in a Bentley truck
Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust
Pray to God that all these drugs work
And if they don't, I'll probably kill my plug first
The pills I take'll probably take you off this Earth
Outta space off the Percs with a slur

[Post-Chorus]
I weigh the money, no countin'
I think I need an accountant
I'm rockin' shit that ain't out yet
Revenge, Revenge
I'm movin' slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathe out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin'
[Open Verse]