歌手:Juice WRLD
专辑:《Death Race For Love》

作词 : Chauncey Hollis/Jarad Higgins
作曲 : Chauncey Hollis/Jarad Higgins
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
*****
Man, this life s**t gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass ******, though
Let my **** breathe for a couple seconds, man, s**t
**** *****
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this s**t hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a ***** block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the **** is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his breaks
I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' ***** like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
**** is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bulls**t, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid
Your ***** a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)
Chicago s**t, Chicago *****
******' with a Philadelphia *****
Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a ****, never gave a s**t, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget s**t
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget s**t
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Meta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this s**t hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a ***** block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the **** is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah