[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Eating confident
Bitch, you ain't hotter than me
You a condiment
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Sprinkle the money on that bitch ass like a condiment
I done got to the bag, you still tryna figure out who your father is
I ain't need my dad I still got cash, yeah, for me, that's common sense
Pulling up in that Ghost, skrrt, (Huh), just like The Conjuring
Nowadays, I get too high, it feels like that I won't die
Spread my wings, and I'm gon' fly, fuck nigga it's go time, uh
Raw when I hit it, I like my beats raw when I hit it (Uh, uh)
I hit that bitch raw when I hit it (Uh)
I'ma put in her jaw for a minute (Uh)
She got good head, told her, "Come Harvard a nigga" (Uh)
Good top come barber, a nigga (Uh)
Bomb pussy, Pearl Harbor a nigga (Uh)
But there ain't no charging a nigga (Uh)
I don't pay for the pussy, I get it (Uh)
Like my dick on ice, she slipping (Uh)
Ike Turner, I beat up the kitten (Uh)
Kicked her out and told her, "Good riddance" (Uh)
She gon' miss me when I'm gone (Uh)
I just be Drizzyin' bitches (Uh)
Nothing Was the Same that ho (Uh)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, pull up in a whip, so big, can't park it
Lamb' truck loud, sound like I'm fartin'
Bet that coochie stink, I beg your pardon
Bitch you can leave, it ain't Gina and Martin
Barry Sanders how I run through these hoes (These hoes)
Switchin' bitches, like how I'm switchin' my clothes (Switchin' my clothes)
Suicide, watch me let up the door, know it's killing you slow
Let a young nigga on
Snuck in with the stick, don't play in this bitch
We'll shoot in the club up if he don't play my shit
Spank a nigga's ass like Mama and Pops
Bun to a man, nerve to a Glock
I'm with the shit when my pamper was shitty
I thought I was lit, now a young nigga litty
I'm on they ass like a bra and a titty
Got bitches sucking, fucking, swallowing my kiddies
She ran through, my mans too
Put an ass on her, now she brand new
We'll take him, then murk you
Till you're dead homie, nigga, fuck you
I got more juice than a Juicy Fruit
It's a cold world, still drop the roof
We ain't lettin' up, got my foot stuck on they neck like I got glue on my shoe
I'm up
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
