Buck 50 (Demo)

[Intro: Juice WRLD]

(Car!ton)

(Eighteen)

Keep it a buck fifty, uh (Yeah)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh)

Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah)

In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)

I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)

Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city)

Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'

Hop off on your ass and go earn some

Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis

Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some

I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah)

.30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)

.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh

Livin' my life on the money hunt

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

Hatin' on me, but they wanna be just like me, I know

Jеalousy is one of the ugliest things to show, oh

Poppin' A-215s, thе only thing that numbs

Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I'm tryna get her some

These drugs got me stuck inside a prison

They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm

I take drugs and tote my pistol

FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim

Pockets got Death Race For Love money in 'em

We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin 'em

Then mail his head to his motherfuckin' children

My goal is billions, I'm up millions

Superstar, not a civilian

Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin'

I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch, I'm billin'

At least I ain't drug dealin'

Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket

I don't kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I'm bickin' it

Me and her get so high, we can't feel ligaments

Still fuckin' off of the Perkies, we intimate

Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh)

Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah)

In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)

I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)

Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city)

Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'

Hop off on your ass and go earn some

Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis

Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some

I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah)

.30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)

.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh

Livin' my life on the money hunt

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh)

Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah)

In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)

I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)

Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city)

Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'

Hop off on your ass and go earn some

Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis

Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some

I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah)

.30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)

.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh

Livin' my life on the money hunt

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]

Uh, smokin' these Runtz

Hitting your bitch from the back and the front, uh, uh

Poppin' these Percs, I might just go berserk and fuck on a bitch all night long

I got thots inside my house, one way in and one way out

Put my dick up in they mouth, tryna feel what they talking 'bout

I'm at Coachella, double R on the truck, feel like Birdman, I'm a Young Stunna (Yeah)

Not a pedestrian, I shoot a movie like cameras, Gunner and Gunna (Oh yeah)

Bitch, I'm a superstar, I may pull up in a supercar fuckin' yo' mama

Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR

Screamin' out, "Slatt," with my gun drawn

Opps comin' from everywhere, Call of Duty how they spawn

But I got killers everywhere, bullshit is what they're on

It's three strikes in this game of life, but I ain't worried, I'm Barry Bonds

Knock it out the park, Barry (I feel like Rick James)

Or maybe Rick and Morty 'cause my life is insane

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh)

Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah)

In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)

I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)

Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city)

Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'

Hop off on your ass and go earn some

Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis

Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some

I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah)

.30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt)

.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh

Livin' my life on the money hunt