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[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hoes was sitting up in class with me
Wasn't even tryna pass none of that ass to me
Now a nigga famous
Bitches wanna hit my name sayin' that they know me
Bitch, I was shooting shots you ain't call me Kobe
I was Scalabrine, now I'm Michael Jordan with it, so they wanna see me
That's all good
I'ma treat them like I caught them in the wrong hood
Haha, feel me?
Wait 'till it drop, hold on

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Damn, the beat just switched up
(That shit hard)
I wanna [?], I said
Try if you want, I got goons
You run up on me, then I'm up in your room
My niggas be ballin' we swishin' like ooh, bitch on my dick, what the fuck she gon' do?
All of my niggas been bustin' a move, I got my hand on my motherfucking tool
W, W, how can I lose?
I might pull up to your new avenue
Freestyle shit all day, lil' nigga
Run up on me, I'll spray, lil' nigga
I got beats like Dre, lil' nigga, beat that shit like Dre, lil' nigga
Fuck all that shit you say lil' nigga, XBOX, I don't play, lil' nigga
On the ground, where you lay, lil' nigga
Hell yeah I'm finna spray, lil' nigga
XXL, it's coming up, I'm finna kill every single one of them niggas that think they can freestyle, but they can't freestyle like this gun
Bitch, I'm a Glock, I got a .30
Bitch, I'm invincible you cannot hurt me, uh
Hop on that shit on the Perkys
Everyday I wake up, I get to workin', uh
I was just in Australia, huh
Looking at their genitalia, huh
Pull up on the scene, I nail 'em, huh
I'm a do it, hit them bailing, uh, ayy
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
I got hitters on my side, they just like, yeah, huh
Run up on me, I'ma shoot 'em, red light, yeah, huh
Ayy, yeah, Houdini with that bitch, I make her disappear
Herb' said these nasty bitches in it, ugh, hold on
I said, hold on, I said, hold on, I said
My bro name G Herbo, he like nasty bitches
I remember fuckin' thots, on they knees, so ashy, bitches
I remember fuckin' thots, lil' bitch named Ashley wit' me, huh
I just pushed my kids up on her fuckin' titties
Remember crackin' cars, some hoes wasn't tryna fuck with me
I want a Kel-Tec, came to say that bitch hold a buck fifty
If you run up on me, that bitch gon' prolly give you a buck fifty
Yeah, I stop it, we don't save no chance
Niggas sit down 'cause you can't stand, ayy
Which one of y'all your friends? Come get his mans, ayy
You think he got...

[Verse 4: Juice WRLD]
Nigga, I sip lean, that's just what my wine is
I'm finna switch it up, like velcro, I'll stick 'em up
Call the ambulance, come pick him up
Motherfuck', come get him up
I'ma pop a Perc for a pick-me-up
Niggas itchin', like a tick or some
Run up on me, you get hit or some
Double D on the choppa, no tits or none
All I do is shit flicks with her
Netflix and I chill with her
Matter of fact, I'm stingy as hell
I don't even share pills with her
Ayy, look, in the scope, just signed up for a couple meal tickets
I got a record deal, so young nigga gotta deal with it
In the kitchen, mix the pills with it
How the fuck a nigga feel with it?
I say Drac' that shit a lot
These niggas up in they feels with it
Gucci all on my sweater, you could do good, but I could do better
Knock 'em out like Mayweather
VVS cold like it's sleigh weather
Niggas sensitive nowadays, so I gotta keep it together
These niggas Frank Ocean with the fit, why you standin' in that gay weather?
All I know is get the cash, I'ma get the bag
Run up on me, I'ma try, I'm runnin' blast
Choppa on me, I'ma leave 'em in the past
In this trap for the cash
I was with that rap-rap shit, now I'm with the trap-trap shit
They be with that act-act shit, pourin' up fake Act'-Act' shit
I don't got time for it, nah
I don't got time at all
If I spend money, I'ma go back and I'll work it off
I spent 50K on Saks, I done bought it all
Your lil' girl, I'ma drag it, I'ma finna just slaughter, aw
I feel like... huh?
I feel like 21 Savage, I just may slaughter your daughter
I put my arm in that bitch, I feel like Vince lil' Carter
Bitch I'm D. Rose on my, haha...
[Verse 5: Dash]
Oh, shit, you got me fucked up...
You got me fucked up, you got me fucked up, uh
Oh, shit, here I go, nigga
Facts from the GOAT, nigga
I ain't no old nigga
Of all the reals, you still a ho, nigga
[?] from the dough, nigga
This shit, you just started makin' dough, nigga
I'm the reason that you blew, nigga
You just the fucking new nigga
All the freestyles and all that rappin' and shit
Nigga wearing jackets tryna hide his tits
That shit don't make no sense
You know you can't fuck with this
Lookin' at your head, you got some kinky twists
Nigga, what type of shit is this?
Nigga got a skirt on
Tryna put his work on, uh
Hanging with the white man, ayy
I don't really understand, uh
Eminem and fucking Paul Wall, uh
[?]
I don't even give a fuck, yo
Sit 'em down, I pick 'em up, yo
You think you got words, nigga?
Don't care how tough you rap, you still a nerd, nigga
Uh, don't try to come at Dash, boy
You tryna play with me 'cause I'm a fat boy, uh
But I always had hoes, nigga
I'm a A&R but got flows, nigga
Teach you how to rock your clothes, nigga
All your hoes is...
(Hit-Boy)
Bars, nigga, I just threw jabs, you know what I'm sayin'
[Verse 6: Juice WRLD]
I'm in the sky, ain't seen another nigga as fly as this
At least I'm tryna hide, you can't even hide your tits
I've been ballin' out, every day I'm finna switch
If you shoot your shot with hoes, I bet you prolly miss
See, I could have any hoes, yeah, I could really pick
I just pick who I want 'cause I be acting slick
And if you fuck with me, you gon' be sleepin' with the fish
Yeah, I'm a nerd with the tool, I still let is split
Glasses help my aim if you didn't know
I'm switching up, every day is a different flow
I'm shooting shit like D Gaines, no Chicago, ho
I'm pull up with my gang and it's down to go
It go N-L, it go M-B
And with that bullshit, you can miss me
I turn the fuck nigga body into minced meat
I mean you sayin' I'm 'bout to run it like a track meet
Now it's time to turn up, fuck with me you get burnt up
I'ma beat the beat up, put the Ikey to Turner
This a school session, you better be a quick learner
I feel like Kom's designer, I got the burner

[Verse 7: Dash]
Make your punk ass run like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Nigga, you should never ever try to spit your verse at me
This shit'd cause some controversy
Your ass is rich ass fuck, but you still look dirty
Yo, held the choppa sturdy
Your ass twenty lookin' like you thirty
Don't you gotta get up real early?
All your women is really girly
Little ass girls, you can't hurt me, ayy
You tried but you failed
You still got dirt up out of your nails

[Verse 8: Juice WRLD]
I say, this nigga Dash tryin', but can't hurt me
He don't look like shit but a obese herpe
I'ma get the cash every day, don't concern me
Ballin' to the point where I don't even need a jersey
Dash say I'm rich as hell, I still look dirty
That's 'cause the money dirty, that mean it's prolly workin'
Dash say I still look dirty
That mean my money dirty, that's prolly 'cause workin'

[Verse 9: Dash]
You lucky that I like you, I wouldn't have to do this to you...
Yo, you touch me nigga?
Bro, don't be touchin' me while I'm rappin'
That's how some crazy shit like that'll start happenin'
Ayy, class is in session
Yo, teach you lesson
You hot 'cause I gave you my blessin'

[Verse 10: Juice WRLD]
(Hit-Boy)
...Serpent
But you know I ain't workin'
These niggas keep say they talkin' 'bout they got .30 like Stephen Curry
Bitch, I'm not Stephen Curry, but I'm not shooting like Curry
Yeah, I'ma fuck on that bitch and the pussy is furry
That shit, it concern me, what if that bitch is burnin'?
I don't wanna smoke Fermin
Nigga, I'ma go Dahmer
Got my hand on my dumper
You bitch bad, I'm gon' hump her, huh, yeah
Look, he back, I remember, huh, bein' in my math class
Fuck the math class, shit, I was in my Xan class
I was in my Xan bag, 'fore they was doin' them Xans, yeah
Uh, now a nigga came up
Got his fucking range up
Pull up in the Rangers
Lookin' like a more Power Ranger
Bitch, I'm on top, hoppin' on your bitch like Hopscotch
Ayy, she a eater, she a dancer, Mille Rock on any block, huh
Niggas iffy, uh, you don't got no sticky tucked
You talkin' that shit, it's stuck
Boy, you need to shut it up
Ayy, yo' ass to knock it off
Why you ass done knock it off?
Bad bitch gon' knock me off
When the rope from the top is off
Wait, I said, man, fuck this competition
You get shot twenty times in your ass, like you made competition
And I been ballin' on these hoes, I don't see no opposition

[Verse 11: Juice WRLD]
These niggas be hatin'
Know they ain't shit 'cause I got my brother [?]
Twin with it, yeah, still with it
Perc, I take that bitch, and they still with me
No matter how many times I take it, they still with it, yeah
On God, I said...
On my set, don't disrespect
Fuck is you sayin'? Get to a check
That's your lil' bitch? I'll give her back
She not no new ho, that bitch a vet'
That's not a woman, that bitch a pest
That's not a woman, that bitch a pack
That's not a Rollie, that's a Patek
Since your girl is a bitch, I went and told her facts
Okay, found me a queen
Run up on me, then that choppa gon' leave you with [?] like some lean
I swear to god, I feel like a virgin, 'cause these niggas never fuckin' with me
I may pull up on the scene
Huh, Ikey, leave a nigga punched like Hi-C
Bad bitch, gon' kill you like me, I be
Stick [?], like Ivy
Nigga really wanna try me
I'ma leave a nigga pumpin' IV
Days up, nigga don't try me
Days up, nigga don't try me
You can get smoked like a pack of OG
Maybe even some of that Irene, ayy

[Verse 12: Dash]
[?] like a Irene
Turn this shit to a crime scene
You see what I unseen
Y'all didn't see them sorries
Y'all didn't see them hot beats
Y'all blowin' that wine, I leave
I run up, gon' do my thing
And I'ma fuck your team
You kid with [?]
That motherfucker doin' his thing
Goin', goin', dash, I'ma do my thing
Nigga go crazy, motherfuckin' pay me
Fuckin' your girl
Come on, that's my own lady
That's my own lady
I don't know if that's even your baby
Oh, shit, I don't even know if that's your baby
But that's your old lady
That ho gon' drive you crazy
That bitch be selling pussy niggas since the 80s

[Verse 13: Juice WRLD & Dash]
Hold on, you don't bleed how I bleed
You don't bleed how I bleed
Look at the life I lead
You don't live how I live
Uh, couple tricks up my sleeve
Couple tricks up my sleeve...
Pass me my receipt
Every day I get green, uh
I do that shit with my team
A couple of these niggas is fakes
I had to get them off of my team
You know how it be
I saw your ass in the streets
Niggas say they want the beef
If I don't got the gun, then get beat
Yeah, I shot the one
Yeah, I shot the one
Yeah, I shot the one
Yeah, I shot the one
If I don't got it, you gon' get beat
If I don't got it, then you gon' get beat
It gon' take the [?]
Bitch, I flow up, with the flow tucked
Pistol toe tuck, yeah you know, uh
Heard that gang No Limit
Oh, you know us...

[Verse 14: Juice WRLD]
...this is really ain't pretend
Everyday I get to cash
I'm finna get to them bands
I want a Lambo
I'm screaming fuck the Benz
You will get fucked in a Benz
Yeah, you will get fucked in a Benz
Your bitch she comin' with me
I heard that bitch got a twin
I heard she fuck up a freak
So I told her to get her ass in
I never pay for the kitty
I never play for the kitty
I don't even talk to God about it, I never pray for the kitty
Gon' take a lot to convince me
These other niggas they ain't shit with some hoes
And all these hoes they be tempted
I pull up on one with my gun and I blow
These other niggas can't get me
Whole suck ass
That choppa hit you up, my choppa got that solar blast
Ayy, SK on my hip and I ain't afraid to show it
Niggas that know, they fucking know it, huh, ayy
If you know, you know
If you don't, get fucked
I'm a new nigga, with some old money
If you know, you know
If you don't, get fucked
I'm a new nigga, with some old money
I'm a new nigga, with some old money
I'm a new nigga, with some old money
Dash told me not to kill 'em if they stole from me
What did I say?
I'm a new nigga, with some old money
I'ma beat 'em like he stole from me
Dash told me not to kill 'em if they stole from me
He told me to just go and beat 'em if they stole from me
But I can't help it, with loyalty, I'm selfish
I'm John, these niggas [?]
I'm ballin' out, like the Celtics
If you got a problem I'm with them goblins
They be shootin' like Raymond Felton
Hit him in his chest, no he felt it
Shoot him in his chest, no he felt it, yeah
I'm with the real killers, I'm with them real niggas
I need the real pills, so I hit up a real dealer
I need some real drip, wait, I need some real silk, wait
Gucci, the real drip, ayy
Just get the fuck up out my way
I'm finna bust all on her face
It ain't my birthday, but I get cake
Fuck nigga, I'm gon' cut to the chase
I put a razor blade to your face
I got some New York niggas that tote that razor blade
But I'm a Chicago nigga, we shootin' ain't catching no fades, ayy, ayy
On God...

[Verse 15: Juice WRLD]
Do you want it?
I'm a trap-aholics
I'm a rap-aholic
I'm a whatchamacallit
I'm getting this cash, and it isn't a option
I been shooting like Haskins
I be shooting like Haskins
Look, I read that bitch like a book
I hit that bitch like a hook
I play the game like a rook
Niggas ain't shit but some crooks
I don't got time for a crook, ayy
I never snitch, if the police snatch me up they throw me the book, yeah
Uh, you hear me?
I'm hoping that you hear me clearly
My choppa on me get to singing
Blasting that bitch, Britney Spearin'
All these niggas ain't shit but some hoes
All these hoes ain't shit but some bitches
I'm hoping that you see the difference
So I'ma just gonna keep my distance
Ya dig? Fuck is you trippin' on?
Ayy, choppa loaded up
I'm finna get 'em going
I called my ex to X and leave her, just like a chromosome
I'm in your ho' home, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get in your ho dome, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
I get the green, no crouton
Sit on the bitch, no futon
Jimmy Choo, my shoe, uh
I'ma get my group, uh
And still, I'm back on my groove, uh
Fuck with me, then you makin' the news, uh
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, that bitch gon' choose, uh
I know that these bitches, they try to use us, but they cannot use us
They try to abuse us, they typin' and catfishin' on their computers But I don't got time for it
As I said before, I just rock Tom Ford
Ayy, this Perc beating me
This shit evilly
I'ma beat him up, nigga that shit ain't evilly
Niggas wish they could be me
Nigga said he wanna see me
Where the gloves at? Hahaha
Where the gloves at?
Where the gloves at?
Where the drugs at?
You know that
You know what I said
That's a Grudge Match
It's a Grudge Match
It's a Grudge Match
It's a Grudge Match
Where the love at?
Where the drugs at?
Where the drugs at?
Where the drugs at?
VVS, VVS, diamonds on my stones
GPS, you can't find me
Bitch I'm in your home
I ain't from Rome, but in her pussy I roam
Do what I want all day
Tell the fuck niggas, “Leave me alone“
I make that bitch like a song
We make love like I make songs
Smokin' [?], my shit ching-chong
Beat up on the chest like King Kong
She drama like Jerry Springer
I ain't even cut Jerry Springer
Fuck the bitch, put her on a theme song
I'ma hit the bitch all night long
On a whole new level with this shit
Diamonds on a whole new bezel with the shit
I'm with some hoes on this shit, with a bitch
They sippin' wine, but I'm sippin' liq'
Nah, I ain't sippin' liq', I'm sippin on lean
I pour it up, nigga, I am a fiend
I'ma money makin', that's a machine
Run up on me, that choppa got a beam
Double G on it, lil' nigga

[Verse 16: Juice WRLD]
You know that is my time, ho
Life is money so I got a dime for it
Man, I see it but my shades strong
This Gucci on my face it help me dap on 'em
You know we stay smoking on that indo
That Travis Scott antidote
But don't call me a random
Pullin' up Pinot Grigio
Fuckin' your bitch she a sleazy ho
I'm sick of hugs, get to sneezing on 'em, uh, yeah
I'm sick of hugs, get to sneezing on 'em
I pull up on that Fanta and that Sprite
So I told that Pepsi to leave me 'lone
All of them wish they got money on
Look at my jacket, it's VLONE
Look at your bitch listening to “Lucid Dreams“
I know that shit is her theme song
I control that bitch like a remote
Run up on me then I'm down to blow
All of my niggas they grippin' poles
Illuminati wit' it, 'cause I'll take her soul
I go harder
Get her wetter than bottles of water
Call me stupid I'll pull up on him
And I'll dance like I made you pull up in a Charger
I'ma die for my shit like a martyr
I'ma die for my shit like a martyr
Talking shit 'til I pull up on you wit' that hat
You can't see my dreads, nigga I'm hidin'
All my niggas got shit like Verizon
I see all of this shit like horizon
All my niggas get money, for real, though
In my kitchen, I'm movin' them pills, ho
Hopefully this shit hit home
Fucking that bitch like, let's go
Hit that bitch on my cell phone
I won't fuck, she on her menstrual
I murder these instrumentals
I'ma hit that bitch with a backstroke
I'ma hit that bitch from the back
But, shit, on a high note, you know how it is, ho
Every day I wake up lit, though
Niggas know what it is, what it is ho
Pull up on the scene look like big cloak
That was a green lighter, that wasn't a BIC, though
I smoke big gas, I smoke big blunts
Talkin' that shit nigga waiting on nothin'
Look at your bank I just see twenties
I got hunnids, you got ones
I'm not the one, you is my son
Pull up on the scene, I make him run
All of my guns is horny as fuck
Pull up on the block and I'll make them come, yeah
I make this shit look simple
We poppin' like Proactiv and a bunch of fucking pimples
I pull up in that bitch, I'm past high
She my computer, my dick is that bitch flash drive
I get the cash, nigga you know I'm too fly
Your bitch fuckin' my bitch
In the end, she too bi
You know that I don't box
But I plug in like the box
You talkin' stupid 'til you catch a shot up out this Glock
Your bitch up on my cock
I told that bitch to stop
And watch
And all I do is get cash, and relax, and plot
Just turn me up a notch
I wake up smoking the pot
That's a camera
I flash just like a camera when it pops
And if you got it, then you got it
See his Gucci on his wallet
Is it Gucci or is this Louis?
My designers'll be confused, so I need to stop it, I just cop it
Feel like Drake, I start from the bottom
I get long neck from your bitch, she an ostrich
Hopefully, it's not a problem
I make it look easy for real
I told you this
I told you that
I make it look easy for real
I know that it's easy to say
But it ain't that easy, for real
I'm rolling up Backwoods all day
But the papers put me in my feels
For real

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Did you get all that shit?