Pull Up In The Range (Conjuring)

[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)