作詞:Hit-Boy/Juice WRLD

作曲:Hit-Boy/Juice WRLD

Hmm, uh-huh
Man, this life shit
gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of
these hatin' ass niggas,
Let my dick breathe
for a couple seconds,
man, shit
Fuck nigga
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah,
I just had to relapse
Even at my worst,
I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace
to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee
but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach,
make this shit hard to digest
listening Jimi Hendrix
in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to
an art project
Picasso, I paint that,
where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank,
yeah, okay
If you ain't payin'
a hundred thousand,
get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine
fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic
how that pump made him pump
his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump
but I got double Glocks on me
like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain,
like the name of
them old Gucci tapes
I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like,
"Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here?
How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here,
havin' some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah,
big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah,
big big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club,

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