[Intro]
We are, uh
I like that
[Verse 1]
My enemies are startin' to become fake friends of me
They see me on the rise and start to think that they aren't mine
Allow me to chime in, this Watch upon my wrist it's perfect timing
She wonder why I f*ck and I don't like it
I gotta pass the time on some grime sh*t
Yeah, uh, I'm on top of the world, I'm on top, I told yo' girl get on top of the WRLD, get on top, by world I mean Juice WRLD
Your girl is in my world, your girl is now Juice Girl, your girl is now Juice Girl
Well, that's the way that I move, I guess everyday I'm kinda getting caught in the groove
I pop a perc, maybe two, stay on my ones and my twos
I lost my brother to tools, so I'm gon' keep me a tool
That's on my life, that's on your wife, I put my dick upon her twice
I bust upon on her then I ghost, I'm peek-a-boo, the poltergeist
Triple nine upon my wrist, I flip the f*ck the pastors wife, yeah
Then I pull up and do it in the afterlife, like how you like me now
N***as want beef, I co*ck it back holy cow
Man I'm promptly shoot you head, hate the sound of it, the cows
'Dem bitches is loud, the type to move a whole f*ckin' crowd
Where I'm from, we don't make it past 21
But where I'm from 15 year old's own like 20 guns
See, statistics say we don't make it past twenty-sum
Well, I'm growin' up, I'm blowin' up, been glowin' up, been showing out, and showing up, they know it's us
I wasn't supposed to see this money that me and G-Money touch
In the Trump Tower, racist bitches giving me shoulder rubs
And they hate this sh*t, just off of If I can't have you, I'm gon' replace your sh*t
That's Lucid Dreams, I get Lucid Green, If she find me then there really ain't no losing me, cause when she see her eyes on every single f*cking TV screen, you see me, you see me, In your Lucid Dreams
The shadows in your rooms, I do what I do, try me, they'll find you
In the down of a bayou, drive right by you, and serve you heat like you at a drive through
I got Rock, I got Soul, I got pills, I got hoes, I got bicks, I got flows
I got gangs, I got zoels, I got all that you need, hit my phone, that's a trap, cause the studio is where I be cookin' all my crack
G-Money hit me, he said let's get this money, where you at
We pull up private jet style then we land on your map
And if it smoke, then best believe you'll get popped like a flat
What cork at, G-Money I think I need me a flat
Squeak told me that the perc's is on the way
On tour f*cking bitches we was getting paid
And D.C a couple hoes was gettin' slayed
f*ck them once, then we sent them on their way
I'm not bogus, I'm just caught up in my ways
Hocus-Pocus with my life, I may just disappear for days
I'm in a daze, I feel amazin', this sh*t is cray' for all the reds, this sh*t is braze
Get out my way if you don't plan to make a payment
Catch me layin' on the pavement just chillin'
Caught up in my motherf*ckin' feelings
They say Juice "Why you always in your feelings?"
I'm not, but this sh*t lead to my f*ckin' lottery winnings
See, n***as got a play to make a million
To get the sh*t I got, but put my name upon a deal
And me, I'd rather have a f*cking house up in the hills
Then be buried six feet for gang affiliation steal
[Interlude]
Ooh, we finna turn on the beat up in this sh*t, ah c'mon
The way he be makin' sh*t, that be tweakin' me out
Piano chords was hard wasn't it
You know what this drum kick sound like already?
Some f*ckin' Frank Ocean sh*t, the drum kit sound like some
Frank Ocean sh*t
Slower, a little slower? Mhm
Perfect
[Verse 2]
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To hell we fall
I come right back and, we have a ball
I found my one, two, I'll give her all
I'll ball til I fall, I'll ball
Ay G-Money, Roll them Backwoods
We rollin' backwoods
There was a packwoods
They givin' smoke too, I never gave a f*ck
I never gave a f*ck, until they call me Young Shud
My name ain't mega sh*t, but I was up to too good
Nah, up to no good, If I go broke, then me and G-Money takin' yo goods, and that's on yo' hood, nah, that's on our hood
Emo rap kid still too hood, AP on my wrist, I'm feelin' like the man again, walk across the sky feelin' like I'm Anakin
They be dodging bullets feelin' like they plannequin
Gucci, Versace, and Burberry on my flannels kid
They wonder why I wasn't on the cyphers
Cause' I was geeked up, off the perc's actin' hyper
Makin' sh*t drop like a baby in a diaper, heh, yeah
Armed And Dangerous, hit billboards, my other song gon' billboard
The spot I got n***as will get up and kill for it, I'ma killboy
For real, for real boy, long dick like Pinocchio nose, I'ma real boy
That's how it feel boy, I reach for the pill boys, I'ma sick dog
G-Money say hemorrhoids, I flex up on these hoes, Juice WRLD steroids
Lookin' at us like you ain't heard of dem' boys
I grew up in the Burbs then the City too
But you ain't from the city, not no city fool
People say my city super pityful
Cause we killin' n***as over some sh*tty tools
What you gon' do with that high point
Backwoods, you ain't smokin' my joints
Backwoods, we ain't smokin' no joints
Backwoods, we be rollin' fat doinks
I remember when G-Money signed me
I'm thinkin' in my head, like how the f*ck this n***a find me
Now these bitches come in two, Siamese
Oh, yeah they tried to find me
They on my line tryna' blow a n***a do-o-wn
Askin' me when I'm comin' to their to-o-wn
I told em' I don't f*ck around with f*ck arounds
I pass em' to G-Money and Chris and they take em' do-o-wn
Hop up in em' panties like it's Hop-Scotch
I'm gon leave my kitties on her crop-top
I told her keep the puss*, I just want top
She keep on tryin throw the kids, the twat, stop
And you know I was ballin' with my dudes, watch
A bunch of bad kids with some boondocks
My brother had the pack in his tool socks
The sh*t that gave your auntie the jaw lock
Let me talk my sh*t, let me walk my sh*t
Let me smoke my spliff, let me spit this crack
Let me sip this uh, let me sip this sip
Let me f*ck yo' bitch
[Beat Switch & Talking: DJ Andrew & Juice WRLD]
Uh, uh, uh, woah
Woah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, that sh*t sound hard right there
This sh*t is f*cking wacky old machine, my old keyboard used to do that sh*t, woah, woah
Switch it up, c'mon, Frank Ocean vibes
Exactly what I said
This sound like some Frank Ocean sh*t, which I love
Oof, it do though
[Verse 3]
Drivin' in Forces
I can't help but enforce it
I remember broke, I couldn't even afford a pair all-white, G-Fazo Air Forces
Now my view is gorgeous, big house, think I need a f*ckin' florist
Yeah, she adorable, I'ma explore a bitch like Dora
Caught up in my feelings, my feelings concealing
Realest in the building, you gotta be kiddin'
You should hide your wives, your kids, your children
We gon' come for all, we take it, we villians
Sicker than a dog, I need penicillin
Yo' lil bitch a hog, she suck on my feelings
Yeah she do it all, she tryna' hit the mall
But I don't hit the mall, I'm not a regular guy, my fault
I give all my thanks to god, yeah I give that to Allah
I been going way too hard, I put down the Xanny Bars
Percocet's got me too far, they have never steered me wrong
So I'm going to take them strong, G-Money said leave the lean alone
But I can't leave that lean alone, no we can't leave that lean alone
See, I live in some styrofoam, I call that sh*t my second home
I call that sh*t my second home, I call that sh*t my second home
G-Money told me never rip the chrome
Just leave that sh*t to my east side bros
Leave that sh*t to my east side bros
Leave that sh*t to my east side bros
Thanks to Young Thug, I got a few more zoes
Thanks to Drake, guess I got a few more woes
Runnin' through the six, throwing straight elbows
No Adidas, but I give a n***a shell toes
My flow the type to f*ck a n***a head up
f*ck a face, I'm finna f*ck up her make up
I spit a couple sh*ts a n***a cannot make up
They can't say guns
You gettin' out of here, I gotta' handshake yuh
I see you later, make a million, I'm back to the millions
Realest in the building, he finna go home
And he-
I'm oxic, I'm acid, affin, rapping eh, watch this
I say, I'm massively rapping, I'm massive the fact that these bastards can't manage, I promise you gon' need more than a bandage, I promise the proceed, I had yo' momma co*ked up like a nosebleed
I flow, so cold, I shine through all the dark, and you know it's just me
Numero, numero uno, I'm testing, yo girl, my dick is in her intestines
My flow is better than better, she wetter than wetter
I may just get her wetter forever, then buy her a sweater
Only put in half of the effort these n***as together
I still f*ck all these n***as up, and they all together
I don't need no team but I got a gang behind me
I'm gon' run this sh*t, I feel like it is an army
I'm gon run it, I run it, I run it like a track-meet
I'm flexing and countin' they call me the athlete, math geek
Uh, my flow is intricate, too close like it's intimate
Killin' em', I'ma pull up to the Lamborghini dealership
N***as don't even know who they f*ck they f*ckin dealin' with
My team is the mob, I feel like John Dillinger
No limit, we got no limits, that's a clean sprite, then pour a four in it
Uh, yeah, pull up, my window too tinted, Serena Williams, I serve it like tennis
I fell off beat, then pick this sh*t back up
If I go broke that mean G-Money servin' crack up
I burn down your tabernacle ooh, I feel like the sack, you gon need a tackle ooh, yeah, yeah
[Talking]
Bring it up lil bit louder
Yeah, uh, uh
It's funny how the simple beats be the ea- like, be hard, like the spaz on them, It's like a cypher ass beat, like
[Verse 4]
She told me I save her life
I'm gon' give her all my time
Lucid Dreams then lead a blind
That song made me most of mine
Millions in the bank account, then more up in the safe
You talkin' down to me, then I'ma show up to your place
I promise you for real, I've never been a fake
I'm eatin super good, I think I need another plate
I'm jumpin', these n***as got No Jumper, shout out to No Jumper
That choppa is still dumping, you run up and steal nothing
There's 23 in that, I'm feelin like I'm jump-man, jump-man
Ju-jump-man
Nikes on my feet like Mac Miller, Rest In Peace to him
f*ck Love like X, Rest In Peace to him
Goddamn I'm in a Bentley Truck like Peep and them
By the way I'm screaming Rest In Peace to Peep and them
The best SoundCloud rapper to do it, it's not SoundCloud
This is real life, and you dealin' with a bloodhound, I don't smoke loud, I smoke n***as buckloud, I'm doper than all of them dope dealers you know now
I'm doper than dope dealers, you will get disfigured, and wash like a nanny when she washing the dish n***a, ballin' I swish n***a
I never switch n***a, I feel like a bad parent, give me the switch n***a
I'm the type to ball out, you know what it is n***a
It's molly in my cup, shout out to Lil Bill n***a
I'ma ball hard, I put that on my kids n***a
We Repo man, we pull up straight to your crib n***a
Uh, straight to your crib, straight to your crib
We, uh pull up straight to your crib
Passionately early, won't show up late to your crib
AP Two-Tone on my wrist n***a, you know what it is
I could rap, I could sing, I could trap, I could kick
I could shoot, I could f*ck, I could bust on a bitch in the back of the truck while she suck on my dick, ah
Confident than a bitch, I'm confident than a bitch
I'm confident than a bitch, that's a problem to these n***as who know that I'm the sh*t
I should start singing or something, bells start ringing or something
And we gon' smash a pumpkin, smash it while I listen to Smashing Pumpkins
It ain't nothin' but combustion, I'm aiming at your head like concussion
Momma like "Why you keep cussing?"
Ma, cause I don't give a f*cking about nothing
The young rich, dumb rich, I'm a smart guy, but I'm dumb rich
On that dumb sh*t, how fast can I make the bitch cum, sh*t
Run up on me then I shoot, it ain't nothing
The girl say she got a muffin in the oven
She told me that I help make the stuffing
I only bust in the bitch with a substance, heh
I heard your girl having my kid
Well that's your kid, good luck how you live
Give a f*ck how you feel, that's how I feel
Lil sis' just walked in this bi-i-tch
I been gettin' cash everyday I'm ri-i-ch
Money on my wrist, it cost your re-e-nt
I just lost my brother to some whole mob sh*t
Tryna kill all them n***as, on some god sh*t
I feel like a god, f*ck it, I'm a goblin
Batman with this sh*t cause I'm Robin
Me and Andrew making beats, we can knock it
Run up on choppa on me, it'll pop ya
I'm at [?]
We get real big, we get real rich
I don't give sh*ts, I just take sh*ts
I'ma earthquake, how I shake sh*t
I'm an addict, but I'm serving the basem*nt
Choppa leave a n***a shakin' like a Haitian
I don't give a f*ck what a n***a sayin'
On the ground, where a f*ck n***a layin'
Uh-huh, uh-huh,- uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
[Verse 5]
I'm an animal
Really, I'm such a cannibal
I, put a bullet in your soup can, no Campbell's
My flow you can't handle, n***a you get scrambled
N***a I disable and connect like cable
I never kill my brother, I'm not Kane, no Abel
These n***as fake as f*ck, telling lies, they fables
Try me if you wanna, you can smell like marijuana
Put that on my momma, presidential like Obama
Started from the bottom, n***a it ain't nothin'
Look at all this sh*t that I be freestylin' and you jottin
All them fake murders you be plottin', n***a you a bitch, you ain't talkin bout' nothin'
N***as ain't on sh*t, if they try me, then they busting
They just killed my brother, Rest In Peace to lil brodie
And if you try me, that's okay, I swear that it's over
You would get smoked, I ain't sober
Uh, perc' pop, make her twerk, stop
Got that bitch twisted like my dreadlocks
John Cena with the hook and the headlock
Feel like Flintstone, I can make your bed rock
J.F.K with the choppa, that's a headshot
Too soon, hell nah, f*ck the sh*t bruh
Whole time I told you that I am a rich bruh
Ignorant than a bitch bruh, I never gave a sh*t bruh
All that sh*t I spit, freestyle, I ain't writ' sh*t
I'm richer than a rich bitch, I'm richer than a white bitch
And I go harder than a dyke bitch, ha
Don't try it, if you try me, you n***as'll end up dying
2012 up in this choppa, I end you just like the Mayans
Tell a n***a-, wait, let me rephrase that
I say, tell me a n***a you think that could f*ck with me
I won't have my gun on me luckily
But it's like Velcro, this sh*t stuck with me
Money stick in my pockets like a snuggy, it's comfortably
Uh, yo bitch wanna come and eat lunch with me
That puss* like breakfast, I'll put the Cinnamon Toast Crunch-
Ooh I go, puss* like breakfast, hold on I gotta catch that sh*t
Yo bitch wanna come and eat lunch with me
Her puss* breakfast, I'ma Cinnamon Toast Crunch for free
Second ounce to eat, f*ckin' with my team, I was mixin' perky with the motherf*ckin' lean
I'm like conversion, you can't f*ck with me
These n***as funny they just Chris Tuckin' me, uh
He wanna serve percs you better buckle in me, uh
Choppa on me like a sip of the lean, uh
I'ma sh*t up on these haters and these goofy ass n***as
Think they ballin' like they Lakers
Try me if you wanna, boy I swear it ain't nothin'
We uh get it bustin, we uh get it bustin
Aimin' at your head like a n***a caught concussions
You try-, hold on, hold on, hold on
I'm back in, bound to get it crackin'
Tryna find a baddie, hit it from the back end
Choppa on my hip, I shoot it like it's Afghan'
Shoot him in his face, that was that n***as last chance
That's the last stand, do what I can
I do what I want and you do what you can
Choppa like a long nose like a bird toucan, huh
Green eggs serve like Sam-I-Am
Throw a n***a body in a trash can
Take yo' bitch out at the same time, I'm the trash man
Hell yeah n***a, I'm the trash man
She say she ain't lookin' for, I'm her last man
Shorty gon' go gay for the night
I put that on my life, then put my dick on her twice
You can try if you want, we gon' be posted at the front
With a gun and a blunt, aim this sh*t at your life, uh
You be iffy uh, what's tha-, how the lyric go?
Got the sticky tucked, n***as iffy uh, Juice got the sticky tucked
Try me if you want, it's gon' be another one
I'm the definition of a-, keep it going
You know, huh-uh
Get your bodies up, Bill Cosby in the party got my molly's up
We ran a train up on your lil barbie, she got charlied up
[Verse 6: Instrumental Back]
We ran a train upon your lil barbie, she got trollied up
I feel like Tony Hawk when I be skating, you can't ollie us
These bitches trip on like Twitter you just wanna follow us
Ay, my dick a fool, she gon' swallow up, say he want war with a gun tip, hollow up
Halloween mask on my face, n***a trick-or-treat
Take yo' bitch out to eat, and she suck the dick for free
I ain't even pay for the bitch food n***a, ignorant, 19 young and rude n***a
Five seconds from dropping out of school n***a
Cheated on a test, teacher said that they was cool with it
A couple blunts and a city said they bool with it
I sh*t up on these n***as, they some fu-
[Verse 7: Guitar Instrumental]
They say that I'm not like them, well I'm not
My mom had asked if I get high, I do that a lot
I'm proud of what I do, it's oxy in my vitals
Right hand on the rifle, left hand on the bible
What should I read, I'm getting indecisive
Yo' girl could have everything but a title
She say she want my music on Tidal, mhm
She say she want me to be the one she confide to
Well, I admit I kinda like you
But I don't think my wifey would like If I wifed you
So I'm gon' Yachty that, yeah I'm gon' One Night you
To be honest, I don't think you my type boo
But, hey, that's what the Xans do
I ain't wanna f*ck you, I mean, I didn't plan to
But things change, my life rearranged
We in the same book, but bitch I'm on a different page
It's an outrage, that I'm too paid
It's an outrage, that the industry two faced
That's okay cause I got something for that two face
An ACE Car and a sad boy, blueface
This that new Kurk and that old Wayne
This that new perc', that new cocaine
She told me she do cocaine
Asked me If I wanna try it, I responded no way
I'm kinda skeptical about that nose play
My pockets fat as f*ck, they Ricky Rozay
In other words, it look like I just had seconds at Wings Stop
The crack I cook could make your auntie jaw lock
Oooh, I'm trapped in my sorrows
Do you have some lyrics I could borrow
That's you, always stealing flows
Shaquelio O'Neil in the fourth, I was throwin' all the bowls, oh
Perc's R Us, That's what's up, never gave a f*ck
My enemies are like virginity, they give it up
Hands in the sky, reach as high as you can, the jig is up
I ain't never fall for the same tricks
I told her tricks are for kids, JuiceTheKidd bitch
I ain't never fall for the same tricks
I told her tricks are for kids, JuiceTheKidd bitch
And you a trick, but I won't pay for sh*t
I never pay for sh*t
But I always play to win
My momma ask everyday when I wake up do I sin?
I think about the percs I did as soon as my eyelids open
Whoo
That sh*t hard
