Featuring: Juice WRLD Ski Mask the Slump God
Songwriter: Juice WRLD Ski Mask the Slump God Lil Bibby
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
...like a chick flick
Choppa burn 'em like incense
Been the realest nigga since an infant
[Verse 2: Lil Bibby & Ski Mask The Slump God]
Yeah, my homie shot that nigga but he innocent, yeah
Gucci's on my feet, yeah they limited, yeah
Keep a ski mask on you can't sentence him, yeah, yeah
These niggas act like bitches, man, they feminine
I ain't going sweeter if it was ten of 'em, yeah
I up that .223 and shoot at him and him
Shawty thick and she blonde just like Eminem
Headshots, with my camera, it killin' him
I said your niggas ain't got it in 'em
Rockin' Balenciaga denim, kill whoever rockin' with 'em
Told my nigga stop killing, stop killing
Fuck that bitch, I'm not tripping (Yup), (Yup)
Play with me, your top missin' (Yup), (Yup)
And I got a thot bitch, codependent (Yup), (Yup)
[Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God]
I wet 'em up right now (Yeah)
And I'm on a block right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bibby got the Glock right now (Yeah)
You can get shot right now, ow
Now you on the ground right now
Lights out right now
Put your soul in the lost and the found right now
Why you still lost in the sauce right now (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Right now suck my dick
And pronounce a noun (Yeah)
Going down, Ice Tray the gang in China Town (Yeah)
On a date, finger fuck my bitch at In-N-Out
And she let it happen just because I got clout (Ayy)
Cinderella glass slipper how I get shit
Keep one eye upon you niggas like I'm Slick Rick
She gon' meditate upon my dick like gypsy
I've been in a ditch, hustling like Nipsey
[Verse 4: Juice WRLD]
I'm the type to shoot a nigga then hit a kickflip
You the type to kiss a bitch that always suck dick
Think you funny, you ain't funny, you ain't Chris Tuck shit
Shoot you in your heart, bitch
You get no love, bitch
Gucci, Louis, Prada
You get money, nada
Okay, mister I can fuck your bitch
But, you can't fuck my bitch, no way
Chill right across the street from me to know that that bitch going both ways
Told me that her man was on bullshit with me, olay
[Verse 5: Lil Bibby]
I'ma hit the stain then split it...
...like a chick flick
Choppa burn 'em like incense
Been the realest nigga since an infant
[Verse 2: Lil Bibby & Ski Mask The Slump God]
Yeah, my homie shot that nigga but he innocent, yeah
Gucci's on my feet, yeah they limited, yeah
Keep a ski mask on you can't sentence him, yeah, yeah
These niggas act like bitches, man, they feminine
I ain't going sweeter if it was ten of 'em, yeah
I up that .223 and shoot at him and him
Shawty thick and she blonde just like Eminem
Headshots, with my camera, it killin' him
I said your niggas ain't got it in 'em
Rockin' Balenciaga denim, kill whoever rockin' with 'em
Told my nigga stop killing, stop killing
Fuck that bitch, I'm not tripping (Yup), (Yup)
Play with me, your top missin' (Yup), (Yup)
And I got a thot bitch, codependent (Yup), (Yup)
[Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God]
I wet 'em up right now (Yeah)
And I'm on a block right now (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bibby got the Glock right now (Yeah)
You can get shot right now, ow
Now you on the ground right now
Lights out right now
Put your soul in the lost and the found right now
Why you still lost in the sauce right now (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Right now suck my dick
And pronounce a noun (Yeah)
Going down, Ice Tray the gang in China Town (Yeah)
On a date, finger fuck my bitch at In-N-Out
And she let it happen just because I got clout (Ayy)
Cinderella glass slipper how I get shit
Keep one eye upon you niggas like I'm Slick Rick
She gon' meditate upon my dick like gypsy
I've been in a ditch, hustling like Nipsey
[Verse 4: Juice WRLD]
I'm the type to shoot a nigga then hit a kickflip
You the type to kiss a bitch that always suck dick
Think you funny, you ain't funny, you ain't Chris Tuck shit
Shoot you in your heart, bitch
You get no love, bitch
Gucci, Louis, Prada
You get money, nada
Okay, mister I can fuck your bitch
But, you can't fuck my bitch, no way
Chill right across the street from me to know that that bitch going both ways
Told me that her man was on bullshit with me, olay
[Verse 5: Lil Bibby]
I'ma hit the stain then split it...
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