Dirty Fanta

[Intro: Juice WRLD]

Lex Luger on the beat

It's Swerve WRLD, bitch

Swervo, what you on nigga?

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Skrrt

Ha-ha

Uh

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]

Uh (Yeah), he know (Yeah)

Ain't with the fighting at all (Yeah, yeah)

Gun on my hip, that's my cheat code (Yeah)

Two Percs, I'm nodding off (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in Dior having a ball (Ball)

Me and Swerv', we gon' ball (Ball)

So much money, can't spend it all (All)

Big ole .40 in my drawers (Drawers)

All my demons sinister, uh (Yeah)

Someone get a minister, uh (Yeah)

Blue pills to the face (Yeah)

Pour up the lean to finish it off (Yеah, yeah, yeah)

Feel like Lеnny Kravitz (Kravitz)

In some Gucci glasses (Glasses)

Goddamn, that boy stylish (Stylish)

Hollow points, that boy wildin' (Wildin', uh)

[Verse 2: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]

All my young niggas grew up wildin', CJ kept it silent

So much money that's coming, keep piling (Uh)

Put 250 off in an island

Say he from the east side, pull his file then

Running everything past on the island

Niggas was violent, used to be a child then

Three hundred thousand, whips, no mileage (Err)

And I'm dripping all in sauce like Alton

You get money, dial in

Get money, don't worry about niggas, don't get too much money

You get money, smile then, you pussy

Fuck nigga and you must be hatin' on me

You say I'm broke, how I am?

This rap shit fuel too many ho niggas

Every day, I be ready to throw the towel in

Gorillas, wolves when we howling

Gotta feed 'em, they stomachs growling

On the hunt, you don't eat if you don't kill nothin'

Get yo' ass up, make a nigga proud then (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]

Uh, make me proud (Make me proud)

My niggas on the prowl (On the prowl)

Pull up in that Ghost (Ghost)

My crib look like a haunted house, uh (Haunted house)

Smoking loud (Loud)

Yo' weed don't make a sound (At all)

What, you got a seven? (A seven?)

I'm smokin' out the pound (Out the bitch)

Ayy, yo (Yo)

My niggas on the roll (On the roll)

If it's about the dough ('Bout the dough)

We gon' lose control, ayy (Lose control)

Oh, I had to let you know (Ayy, oh, let you know)

Load the choppa up (Load the choppa up)

Cock it back and let it go (Let it go)

I put a brick on my wrist, dancing

Clean ass nigga with some dirty Fanta (Uh-huh)

Feel like a dog in the Rick Owens (Uh-huh)

Your bitch did all of the clique, she going (Yeah)

Your bitch did all of the coke, it's snowing (Yeah)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, ya' know (Know)

Big money, CEO, business suit with a Draco (Oh)

[Outro]

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