[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Damn
Alright, Mello made it right (Na-na-na-na)
Oh-oh (Na-na-na, oh-oh)
I'm these niggas parents (Na-na-na, oh-oh)
It's apparent (Na-na-na)
I'm these niggas parents (Oh-oh)
It's apparent (Uh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin'
In the McLaren (Oh-oh)
Got all the hoes starin'
And glarin' (Oh-oh)
And glarin'
Uh, uh
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm these niggas parents (Uh-huh)
It's apparent (Uh-huh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-huh)
In the McLaren (Uh-huh)
Got all the hoes starin'
Glarin' and watchin' (Yeah, watch)
Now they wanna cuff me (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah), bitch, you're not a cop, uh (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I told her double-cup me (Uh), codeine (Uh), I can't stop, uh (Uh-uh)
Been pourin' up a lot, yeah (Uh)
Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)
I told her double-cup me (Uh), codеine, I can't stop, uh (Uh-huh)
Been pourin' up a lot, uh (Uh-uh)
Dirty soda pop, yeah (Let's go, lеt's go)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Red bottoms bleed, uh (Yeah)
Like a murder scene, uh (Yeah)
Like the movie Scream, uh (Yeah)
Like the movie Scream (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a Perc' fiend, uh (Yeah)
Give her Perc' D (Oh yeah)
She got wet dreams (Oh yeah)
Huh, she can't catch me (Oh yeah)
Like a track team, uh
I'ma run to the bands like a athlete (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Too ahead, too ahead, no surpassing (Oh, oh, oh yeah)
I'm in Cali' (Yeah)
I don't smoke Marley, and I don't sniff Sally (Uh-uh)
But I like Percs, and I like syrup, 'cause they work for me ('Cause they work)
Your lil' bird gave my phone a chirp, she gon' twerk for me (That bitch gon' twerk)
Yeah, I like Percs, I like syrup, 'cause they work for me ('Cause they work)
I'ma let 'em do they worst (I'ma let 'em do they worst)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm these niggas parents (Uh)
It's apparent (Uh-huh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-huh)
In that McLaren (Uh)
Got all these hoes starin'
Glarin' and watchin' (Watch)
Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you're not a cop (You're not a cop)
I told her double-cup me (Uh), codeine, I can't stop, uh (Uh-huh)
Been pourin' up a lot, yeah
Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)
I told her double-cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-uh)
Been pouring up a lot, uh (Uh-uh)
Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Pour a bottle of codeine inside the soda pop
And she got Molly and codeine inside the soda pop
We went to Miami just to take a load off, huh
Seen a white bitch do cocaine, it took her nose off
And my codeine top tier
I don't even gotta pop a pill
Got my dawgs with me, you know how that go
Christian Dior from my head to my toes
My first year rich, spent a hundred bands on my clothes
And that's no cap, I got my Porsche in the back
I get my dawg fifty bands, I get a fuck nigga whacked
I'm drinking codeine, I done made it out the trap
Know a lotta niggas hated, and that's a fact
But I made it, I'm a big dog now
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]
I'm these niggas parents (Yeah)
It's apparent (Uh-uh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-uh, yeah)
In that McLaren (Uh-uh)
Got all these hoes starin'
Glarin' and watchin' (Uh-huh)
Now they wanna cuff me (Yeah), bitch, you're not a cop, uh (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I told her double-cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh, uh)
Been pourin' up a lot, yeah (Uh-uh)
Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh)
I told her double cup me (Uh), codeine, I can't stop (Uh, uh)
Been pourin' up a lot, uh (Uh-uh)
Dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh)