[Intro: Juice WRLD]
(Southside on the track, yeah!)
Smoking Cookie Crisp
Huh, stupid bitch
Uh, uh
Phew, uh!
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, nigga no dyke
Doing drive-bys at night, nigga no lights
Hating on me? Fuck nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life
Slow down on the Perc's something don't feel right
Hi-Tech red, that shit slime real right
I freestyle the shit they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, nigga no Bud Light
He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice
I'ma keep going, no time for a hook (No time for a hook)
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook (No time for a crook)
Yo' bitch get picked up, then I get licked up
We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, shit real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I'll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I'll slay
I'ma test out my new gun like, yeah
Spent two bands, gave my bitch red hair
Pull up on a fuck nigga, he right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now, we ain't never cared (Never cared)
[Interlude: Juice WRLD]
Uh, huh
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Ah (Ah), ah (Ah)
She look at me like I'm a young god
Yeah, Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard
We in yo' yard, you ain't here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in front lawn, we know you here (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
[Verse 2: Amaru Son]
I really don't get why you niggas get mad
I really don't understand why niggas sad
I'm flexing on you bozos
They over here, treating me like I'm their dad
Ain't worry 'bout things that I never did
They focus on things that I never had
I can't believe this shit right here
I'm calling out bullshit, like red flags
(So please don't tick me off!)
I think I might slow it down for y'all
These fuck niggas need some Adderall
The girl dripping here, Niagara Falls
She didn't know she was choosing natural
Woah there, pardon me
There is nothing left to see
Yeah, no, go to sleep
Before it's too late, now rest in peace
I'm turning these niggas to stone
Like I'm Medusa, uh
Fuck nigga watching maneuver
Over here creeping, I think I'm Sly Cooper, uh
Been tripping, them niggas wishy-washy
And my time cost Frank Muller, uh
You 'bout to make another scene
Pouring out the beam, aiming your Medula, yeah, ah
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Amaru Son & Both]
Ah (Oh, woah), ah (Oh, woah, oh, oh)
She look at me like I'm a young god (God!)
Yeah, Allah (Allah), thank God (Thank God!)
Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard (Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard)
We in yo' yard (Yard), you ain't here (Here)
Then we in your bro yard (Yard), make it clear (Clear)
Boolin' in front lawn (Lawn), we know you here (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Run up the money and run out of fears
Codeine cups, we having cheers
What's her name? All on my phone
I haven't talked to this bitch in some years
Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in
They want Givenchy the way that I got it
Nigga, how much are you willing to spend? Yeah
[Interlude: Juice WRLD]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
[Verse 4: Amaru Son]
Yeah, I caught this nigga lacking
I hit him for his bag
His girlfriend asking me what happened
I told 'em, stop the capping, yeah (Yeah)
And you know what I'm saying, I told you lil' niggas
Stop playing with me, better do what I say so
And ain't this a problem, my shooters be gunning them down
I'm treating his ass like a payroll
Oh, woah!
He can't slide with me
I'm not no eskimo
And he begging on his knees
For the plea
But he ain't sing the right key
Have we just got his ass to unfold? Woah, oh!
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Oh! Oh!
I'ma let it breathe, breathe
Let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E
Fuck the police
