In This Bitch (Sessions)

[Intro]

(Mega, you played that boy)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]

I-I-I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, uh

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, ayy (Ayy, look, say)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]

I remember I was down on my dick

Got Versace on my nuts, tell that bitch check my drip

Now lil' shawty kinda bad, but I really like her lips

Fuck a date, I'ma fuck her face and put her in a Lyft, gang

Yeah, sorry, I ain't sorry, that's just how it is, uh

Drove her crazy, now she seein' a psychiatrist, uh

I been ballin' so damn hard, I need a scholarship, yuh

Runnin' out of drugs, I need to see a pharmacist, yuh

Oh, ayy, took too many drugs, I think my plug love me, uh, ayy

Prеtty nigga, even though they too ugly, uh, ayy

Feel likе Midas, I get golden, don't touch me, yuh, ayy

I be on the track, you know I'm still bussin'

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, ayy

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, ayy

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]

Keep a couple bankrolls, they stay with me (Cash)

That bitch not from here, she speakin' Japanese (Smash)

And her friend not from here, she from Italy (Smash)

Kick 'em out the crib, bitch, this is not Airbnb

Look, ayy, I know I get hate by many men, so I brought my semi in

Got your bitch off Rémy, Hen', I'm with Juice, he hit her friend

Yeah, I'ma hit her (Yeah), Bibby gon' fuck her sister (Yeah, yeah)

Run up on me, get hit up (Ayy)

Choppa put you on the ground, can't get picked up, uh (Nah, for real)

They find you out back of the woods if you think it's Swisher (Nah, for real)

My squad like a pack of wolves, he want beef, get bit up (Gang, gang)

Choppa fix the frame if he can't get the picture (Bang, bang)

She gon' give me brain 'cause she know I'm that nigga (Ayy)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, ayy

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, ayy

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

Choppa came with a couple of hollow tips (Uh, ayy)

Ride a foreign like grand theft a— (That shit would be hard)

Yuh yuh, hey

Ain't gon' talk

Don't nobody wanna hear it (Uh)

Pull up aight

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]

Shoot, please don't come near me

I know they hate, I know that they fear me

I know they hate, I know that they feel me (Ayy)

Yeah, she said she love the real me

I said that's cool, but I really prefer the pill me

Please get the fuck out your feelings (Ayy)

8-TEC W's, y'all ain't winning (Ayy, fire)

They don't wanna catch a vibe, but I do (Yuh, ayy)

I will win everyday, I won't lose (Ayy)

I'ma ball like Kyrie Aliu (Uh, ayy)

Cock it back, load it up, then I shoot (Uh)

Self defense, that's what I do

Suicidal, in my vitals

Put my right hand, on the bible

Put my left hand, on a rifle

On the run, on the run

On the run, on the run

First place, runner up

Nah, first place, I'm one

A winner, you're not one (Ayy, ayy)

Catch me shooting, til' the cops come (Yuh, ay)

Catch me shooting, til' the opps come (Yuh, ay)

I am runnin', out of options (Yuh, ay)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

Love ain't real, it's just a hoax (Uh, LOL)

Love ain't real, it's just a joke (Uh, yeah yeah)

Love ain't real, it's just a hoax (Uh, LOL)

Love ain't real, it's just a joke (Uh, yeah, ayy ayy)

[Verse 4: Juice WRLD]

Got your boyfriend, bitch you broke (Yuh, ayy ayy)

Ayy I'm thinkin' too much, I think I need a perky

Sometimes I take drugs, when I'm running worried

I don't really care about it, cause I got a .30

I'ma ball like Kyrie Irving, and I'm Stephen Curry

I'm in the cut with my niggas, you know that we runnin' up cool cash

Run up on me it's okay because I'm basically you on a quick pass

Count up the quick cash, baby I spit fast

You should just get back, choppa up on me like it's click-clack

Bye [?], how I spit crack (Uh, ayy)

Designer on me, that gucci, that's a mismatch (Uh, ayy)

I wanna take a break like Kit-Kat (Uh, ayy, kit—, ayy)

Take a break up on the bitch like Kit-Kat (Ayy)

I'm stressed out, where the fuck the weed at (Uh)

You don't got it, better get it cause I need that (Uh)

All the bullshit, baby you can keep it (Uh)

Matter fact, just keep all this shit a secret (Uh)

I've been ballin' to the point I need a— (Uh, yuh)

I've been ballin' to the point I need a sponsorship (Uh, ayy)

I'ma pull up, skrrt out the dealership (Uh)

Ridin' in the back like John Dillon' chip (Ayy, mob shit, gang shit)

All that, real gun (Uh), No fakes (Uh)

Fall back, my phone, your bitch

Yeah she call that, came over, I fucked her, I called it

Everyday I wake up, and I'm ballin'

Waitin' on my downfall, but I'm stallin'

They don't want no problem, want no problem

They don't want no problem, want no problem

I don't know counteraction, counteraction

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

Walking stacks, Goyard on my lap (Uh)

Moncler (Uh)

On the vest, don't attest (Uh)

Matter of peace (Uh)

Run our tests, I'm the best (Uh)

Dress to impress, VVS on the neck (Uh)

[Verse 5: Juice WRLD]

That bitch possessive, let me out of sight (Uh)

Ballin' super hard (Uh), I ain't come to fight (Uh)

Why I brought a pipe? (Uh) You ready to die? (Uh)

Workin' out my problem like this shit a 9-5 (Uh)

Run along, on the choppa', smokin' 95

I'm a dog bite (Uh), I'm a shark-bite (Uh)

This shit worse than a shark-bite, oh my

I was rockin' Off-White in my went spare time

And you wonder what I do (What I do, what I do)

Pull up on a scene, off a bean, now you feel stupid

They be talkin' dumb, but that shit don't mean nothin'

They be talkin' dumb, but that shit don't mean nothin'

Brand new guy, new drugs, brand new high

I heard if you take too much, you die

I am already dead, might as well try

Woke up outta coffin, I was coughin'

Smokin' on the skunk shit, way too often

Gelato and biscotti, my favorite, don't get it twisted

Pull up with that choppa', our favorite, I'm on this shit (Uh, ayy)

Double tap yo' bitch like a twit' pic (Uh, ayy)

Double tap yo' bitch, Instagram pic (Uh, ayy)

Double tap yo' bitch, Instagram pic (Uh, ayy)

Two weeks later, I'll be crammin' (Uh, ayy)

Double tap yo' bitch, Instagram pic (Uh, ayy)

Two weeks later, I'll be crammin' (Uh, ayy)

She say she from L.A., that bitch is scammin' (Uh)

Double tap yo' bitch, Instagram pic (Uh, ayy)

Ayy, I love these bitches, but they be too scandalous

I'm too high for all this drama, I can't handle it (Ayy)

Tell that bitch to go make me a sandwich (Uh, ayy)

Tell my other bitch to hold the hammer

Are you down to catch a body, can you handle it?

Too much molly in my body, I can't handle it

Go, there, I'ma go, there

Up in L.A. cause I had a show, there

Went to London cause I got a hoe, there

Say she love me baby, tell her whoa, there

Slow, there

I.D.K., bitch I don't, care (Ayy, ayy)

Slow there, not scared (Hollon')

Need to get away

You a broke nigga, back up, get away

I been ballin' like Kobe, Shaq (Huh)

Talkin' stupid, you would get smacked up (Uh, ayy)

Skate up on a nigga like a blackout

Hell no, I ain't flirtin', but I got the Mac out (Uh, ayy)

That shit dead like Bernie Mac— (No, uh)

Bobby Brown spittin' like a crack house (Uh, ayy)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

I don't want no (Ayy), I don't want no smoke

They be talkin' (Ayy), they a bunch of jokes

Handy mandy with the tool, even though you broke

You must need a pimp, cause nigga, you such a ho'

(Uh wannabe)

[Verse 6: Juice WRLD]

Remember you was callin' me a wannabe

Two weeks later, and you wanna be with me

Don't that make yo' stupid ass a wannabe? (Yuh)

Choppa kinda drunk, get to fuckin' up his kidneys

I was in the car with my, coos' (Yuh)

I was in the car with the goons (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I was animated off of the shrooms (Uh, ayy)

I see all the colors in the room (Yuh yuh, yuh)

Third eye open, left eye closed

Chopper on the hill, fuck the 5-0

Rollie in a whole different time zone

I remember when I couldn't get an iPhone (Ring, ring, ring)

Things changed for the better (Ring, ring, ring)

Now the hoes gettin' wetter (Ring, ring, ring)

CDG on the sweater (Ayy)

Any weather, I wear it whenever (Gang gang)

Brand new clothes, brand new hoes (Ayy)

Get exposed

Choppa' on my hip, no reload (Ayy)

Tryna catch a vibe

Catch a high, niggas, they gon' snitch, testify

Put your bitch to sleep, lullably

They don't want no smoke

I'ma cry, traumatize

I can see the pain in my mama eyes

Presidential rollie like Obama, time

AK on my hip just like Osama, time

Freestyle shit, I don't gotta write

I'ma shit like I don't gotta, wipe

Shit's so cold, make him bring it back twice

In your bitch head, like shorty got lice

Damn right, damn right, I'm that guy (Heh)

She gon' give me good head, like smart guy

I got gang ties, I got mob ties

Ayy, graffiti on all of the stop signs (Uh)

Took too many drugs, I need to slow it down

Every day, another city, another town

Ain't no bartender, but I be servin' rounds

I ain't on a diet, but I'm movin' pounds

Let me show you what all the rap about

Let me show you what all the rap about

Let me show you what all the raps about

I can go from the trap house to the heartbreak session (Uh)

On the knees, tryna catch that blessing (Uh)

Ballin' out, cause I shootin' from Westin'

But I ain't on no court, bitch, I use a Smith & Wesson (Ayy)

Pretty nigga, but this M.E. still hit (Ayy, ayy)

Pull up on the scene, I let that shit click (Uh, ayy)

I'ma pull up on them 'til they click, click

Leave a nigga cryin' like a chick, flick (Uh, uh)

Pull up on my friends— (Uh, ayy ayy)

Choppa burn a nigga like, inscents

Been a realest nigga since an infant

Your pockets out of shape, mine in shape

Chop a— Chop a bridge up, like a sensei

You a broke nigga, but I been paid

Pull up on the scene with a AK

And I don't gotta shoot, cause my nigga got it (Uh)

You tryna ride me, then forget about it ( ayy, uh)

Tryna ride me, bitch forget about it ( yea yea)

I don't gotta shoot, cause my nigga got joc

Tryna ride me, they gone smoke your top

Speaking of smoking, I do that shit, a lot

I'm overdosing on Xanny's, that's my plot

Too much narcotics, my body can't take it

I'm moving fast, then I switch to the Matrix

Roll up a blunt full of demons, I face it

I seen my songs, they all over her playlist

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

That's supposed to be your biggest fan, but she mine instead (Uh, ayy)

Yeah I love her body, but I really love the head (Uh)

Niggas, they be snitchin', tellin' to the feds (Uh)

[Verse 7: Juice WRLD]

Ridin' through your hood like my name Lil' Red

I was ballin' out, cause I do that shit a lot

Play off shots, like a bad job

Lay off, lay em' off

Fire off, fire on

I'm the man, lucky like a charm

Get this on, fuck a bodyguard

I take charge, stomp him like a yard

Run up in his trap and tear the shit to shards

Same thing that she did with my heart

Goddamn, not another heartbreak

Whipped a rock, like another earthquake

Pockets fat, yeah, they outta my shape

You ain't talkin' cash, then get out of my way

Hotel valet

Was the most boolin' in the valley (Uh, ayy)

From the moon up in time (Uh, ayy)

What you think that you can tell me? (Uh)

Smokin' gelato, I know that you can smell me

I'm with the devil, I know that you can help me

Huh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

I told her, save the bullshit for another time

But there's no other time

Smokin' to my own zip—

Smoked gelato out the zip

She left me in pain, poison on her lips

Now I need to smoke my brains out

Got gelato by the zip

I know I been through hell, but I lived

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

See, my name's not God, so I won't forgive

No, I won't forget

I hope that she really get the gist

[Verse 8: Juice WRLD]

I know she gon' swallow all my kids

G-Money know that all these niggas hate

So he finna bless me with some hollow tips

If you want it, you can get a plate

Cause I'm servin' hot shells off a dish

Niggas gettin' clout off a diss (Ayy)

Rollin' your money, it cost your rent (Mm)

4G out of the realm (Huh huh)

In the winter, [?]

Harder, way harder, [?]

Money super shady, no slump

Ballin' like McGrady, I'ma dunk him

In school, they was tryna flunk him (Ayy)

Prolly the smartest dropout that you ever see

I be makin' money every time, but they make-believe

Pull up in the trap, the chopper, makin' him vacancy

I ain't never gave a fuck about nothin'

I'm getting high with my money, I'm runnin' up

I'm in, I'm comin', I'm runnin'

I know them commas be comin'

I pull on them, I'm drummin'

I ball like OKC Thunder (Uh, ayy)

Don't wanna (Overdose)

I'ma be the ghost in the, room

I'ma overdose on, you

I'ma be the ghost in the— (Yeah, I like that)

I'ma be the ghost in the, room

I'ma overdose on, you

I know that I'm playin' love games

But I don't think I'll ever ever, lose

I know that all girls the, same

But it don't mean nothin', to you

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

Hoes got nothin', to prove

I just got a heart, I could lose

I ball hard on your avenue (Ayy)

[Verse 9: Juice WRLD]

Let me live, let me go

Heartbreak seed, let it grow

Vacancy, in her skull (Uh, ayy)

Let me live, let me grow

Heartbreak seed, let it grow

Vacancy, in her skull

Ain't nobody livin' in her home

It's just me inside this hell hole

All these demons stickin' to me like Velcro

Say you gettin' money, but I know it's hell, no

Yeah, I don't whip the birds like fuckin' Scarecrow

Pave low, fresh to death

That be Gucci with a halo

Demons and angels, the devil with the halo

Let me leave, let me go

Heartbreak tree, let it grow

Vacancy, demon women sing to me like Doraemon

Get away from me, you ain't safe with me

Bitch, don't pray for me

Get away from me, you ain't safe by me

It's gettin' hot in here

I'm in hell with the devil tryna lay with me

Get away from me, I need codeine freeze

It's gettin' hot in here, devil lay with me

I'ma go

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

I'm the one that's in the room

Let me like Doraemon

Let me leave, let me go

Heartbreak tree, let it grow (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 10: Juice WRLD]

I can't hold on, just a little bit longer

Hold on for a little bit longer

Then let go of me

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Are you free?

Try to get it straight

Hold on, I'm free

I remember you were holdin' me closer

Now you hold me on the way to hell

Remember, mama told me never talk to strangers

Remember, mama told me never talk to strangers

But the prettiest women would be the strangest (Uh)

I don't wanna go to hell

I won't go anywhere to hell

I don't wanna make someone else cry

I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna go

I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna go

Codeine caught, got me too slow

Lookin' in the mirror, like I'm blindfolded (Ayy)

Toxic, codeine, codeine, I'm in Coca-Cola (Ah)

Lookin' in the mirror, but I'm blindfolded (Ayy, ayy)

Don't been on the mirror much time for it

Everybody know I'm rockin' Tom Ford (Ayy, ayy)

Pull up in that Ford, feel like fast forward

I'ma go to Paris in the morning, need a passport

(Ayy G-Money, you finna dip out)

Everybody sippin' lean, in this bitch

We got choppa's with the beams, in this bitch

Got a chopper with the beams, in this bitch (Uh, ayy)

Fuck her, I'ma make her scream, in this bitch (Uh, ayy)

Shit ain't really what it seems, in this bitch (Pew, pew pew)

Yeah, I'm boolin' with my team, in this bitch (Yuh, that shit was kinda hard)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

In this bitch, in this bitch, in this bitch (Yuh, ayy)

[Verse 11: Juice WRLD]

Too much Xanny, too much perky (In this bitch)

I'ma put the work in

Strip club in Magic City, she gon' put the twerk in

Holdin' on the ring, yeah, I know that it's hurtin'

When I get rich, I'ma buy my mama a new Birkin

I know she deserve it

Snakes in the grass, I ain't fuckin' with a serpent

I got the discernment

Money I've been stealin', I still feel like that I earned it

Stick up, ballin' on these niggas like a pickup

So high, I was on the ground, I need to get up

I am not understandable, they can't get us

These niggas broke, then the bitch can't nobody fix up

I'm too crazy in the head, no, they can't fix us (Uh, ayy)

Freestyle my flow, I don't never got to write (Ayy)

See the future kinda like a psychic (Uh, ayy ayy)

I told her to treat me like a bike (Ayy, right, ayy)

Go on head and ride it, spazzed (Choppa's on yo' ass)

Leave him leakin' like he in the maxi pad

Leave him leakin', he gon' need a maxi pad

Harder than a nigga catchin' a taxi cab

Call of Duty with that Uzi, but no lag (Pew, pew)

I rock Subies, they too skinny, they won't sag (Uh)

Hold on, hold on, I'ma really chase the bag

Runnin' outta drugs, I gotta find another plug

Double cup the codein and you know I got hella mud (Yuh)

I'm off boxin' in Molly, I'm takin' hella drugs (Yuh)

I get lonely, I take drugs, I ain't gettin' love (Yuh)

Say she want this forever, but forever's whatever

Bitches change like the weather, I can't keep it together

Knock him out like Floyd, baby, money Mayweather

I know I'm that boy, baby, ballin' forever

On a whole different level

Got a Rollie on my wrist, It's on a whole different bezel

Went to hell and fought that bitch, I beat a whole different devil

Get to rockin' on this shit, lil nigga, no heavy metal

My weave stickin' to my back-wood like that shit a schedule (Uh)

I am the man now, I need to slow it down

Pop me a Xan now, she in my pants now (Right, right)

Please don't touch these, that's a couple of grand now (Right)

Presidential Rollie like I'm up in the White House (Right)

Skate up on that nigga, block it, look like a blackout (Yuh)

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

I ain't flirtin', but every day I bring the Mac out (Right)

That shit dead, no Bernie Mac now

In his head (Phew)

[Verse 12: Juice WRLD]

Spaz, you know that I'm finna spaz

I wanna get to the bag, I'm finna chase to the bag

No boast, no brag

Just shop, no tags (Uh)

I'ma hit it from the back (Yuh)

Lean, don't know how to act (Yuh, uh)

Pour too much, sip too much, throw it up (Uh, ayy)

Turn me down, pop a drug to turn me up (Yuh, uh, ayy)

Pour it up, I got this shit out the dust

Got it out the mud (Uh), fuck a love or lust (Uh, oh yea)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, ayy

Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch, uh, ayy

I been boolin' with my team in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy)

Mix the Xanny with the lean in this bitch, uh, ayy (Yeah, ayy)

Things ain't really what they seem in this bitch, uh, ayy