Featuring: Juice WRLD
Songwriter: Juice WRLD wifisfuneral
Producer: Cris Dinero Cian P
[Intro: wifisfuneral]
Bro, fuck this
This shit sucks (Puh puh puh, phew)
(Pew pew)
(Yeah)
Fuck it up, ay
Bring it back, ay
Fuck it up, ay
Bring it back, ay
Fuck it up, ay
Bring it back, ay
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Bring it back
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Bring it back, ay (Ayy)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Yeah, yuh)
Bring it back (Hey)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Ayy, used to drink so much mudd, I mudd walk
Ayy, fuck a rider with a pop
Better yet I just hit the plug like, "Say wassup"
Ayy, I don't place for the blunt
Peep my steez, lil bitch, like peep my drip
Ayy, this ain't no shit
Ooh, got to pop my soul, I lose bad, Glock .45 my tool, man (Huh)
Ayy, stabbed in the back, sneaky bitches from the net
Fuck nigga best grab a two liter tech (Okay)
'Cause ho, oh, yes this bitch stretched
Ayy, oh yes, this bitch stretched
Listen I was ducked down from depression (Pew, pew)
Now my heart fell from my chest
And if I sеll, it must be honest
I was tossed from an abyss (Okay)
I got thе crust of your bitch lips up on my dick, no counterfeit (Okay)
In LA was stuck in traps, now I got 12 thousand on my fist
Toss up that dick, watch her juggle it, uh
Walked in, I made it uncomfortable, uh
Your career simply a steppin' stool, uh (Okay)
Playin' like chess, when she bend and move, ooh
I can get lost in the groove, I know the [?] out the moon
I'm risin' dead with the moon, can't see my flesh what is you?
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
Hold up like, diamonds VVSs
My chick thick like Texas, bring it back
Your bitch in my mentions, dump that shit then exit
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, bring it back
Please break away my connection
Hold up like, diamonds VVSs
My chick thick like Texas, bring it back
Your bitch in my mentions, dump that shit then exit
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, bring it back
Please break away my connection, hold up like
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Fuck that bitch, get the fuck back
Gun on my hip, lil bitch I bust that (Okay)
You shoot first, lil bitch I bust back
Ring, ring ring, leave you dead at your doormat (Okay)
That's your bitch, she all on my nutsack
I gotta hit, I gotta fuck, that's straps on deck
Get you off quick, bitch
Burn a motherfucker like incense (Okay)
Been the realest nigga since an infant
Tony Hawk, on my grind, no trick tip, yuh
She wanna lick, you will get baked like biscuit (You will)
You go ghost, fuck nigga lookin' like Danny Phantom (Okay)
Get real ugly, huh, even though I'm rich and handsome (Okay, okay, okay)
Listen up, not gon' be talkin' shit, got my pistol tucked (Okay, okay, okay)
Perky up, one hour later catch me throwing up (Okay, okay, okay)
Druggie huh, I'm a druggie huh?
With some money, you lil stupid fuck (Okay)
When it come to features, I'm a murderer
You dead
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Okay, okay, okay
Sparked your bitch ass
Bitch
Ayy
Lil bitch
Bro, fuck this
This shit sucks (Puh puh puh, phew)
(Pew pew)
(Yeah)
Fuck it up, ay
Bring it back, ay
Fuck it up, ay
Bring it back, ay
Fuck it up, ay
Bring it back, ay
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Bring it back
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Bring it back, ay (Ayy)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Yeah, yuh)
Bring it back (Hey)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: wifisfuneral]
Ayy, used to drink so much mudd, I mudd walk
Ayy, fuck a rider with a pop
Better yet I just hit the plug like, "Say wassup"
Ayy, I don't place for the blunt
Peep my steez, lil bitch, like peep my drip
Ayy, this ain't no shit
Ooh, got to pop my soul, I lose bad, Glock .45 my tool, man (Huh)
Ayy, stabbed in the back, sneaky bitches from the net
Fuck nigga best grab a two liter tech (Okay)
'Cause ho, oh, yes this bitch stretched
Ayy, oh yes, this bitch stretched
Listen I was ducked down from depression (Pew, pew)
Now my heart fell from my chest
And if I sеll, it must be honest
I was tossed from an abyss (Okay)
I got thе crust of your bitch lips up on my dick, no counterfeit (Okay)
In LA was stuck in traps, now I got 12 thousand on my fist
Toss up that dick, watch her juggle it, uh
Walked in, I made it uncomfortable, uh
Your career simply a steppin' stool, uh (Okay)
Playin' like chess, when she bend and move, ooh
I can get lost in the groove, I know the [?] out the moon
I'm risin' dead with the moon, can't see my flesh what is you?
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
Therefore we brought the mad tools
Chopped out the doors of the coupe
[Chorus: wifisfuneral]
Hold up like, diamonds VVSs
My chick thick like Texas, bring it back
Your bitch in my mentions, dump that shit then exit
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, bring it back
Please break away my connection
Hold up like, diamonds VVSs
My chick thick like Texas, bring it back
Your bitch in my mentions, dump that shit then exit
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, hold up like
Please break away my connection, bring it back
Please break away my connection, hold up like
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Fuck that bitch, get the fuck back
Gun on my hip, lil bitch I bust that (Okay)
You shoot first, lil bitch I bust back
Ring, ring ring, leave you dead at your doormat (Okay)
That's your bitch, she all on my nutsack
I gotta hit, I gotta fuck, that's straps on deck
Get you off quick, bitch
Burn a motherfucker like incense (Okay)
Been the realest nigga since an infant
Tony Hawk, on my grind, no trick tip, yuh
She wanna lick, you will get baked like biscuit (You will)
You go ghost, fuck nigga lookin' like Danny Phantom (Okay)
Get real ugly, huh, even though I'm rich and handsome (Okay, okay, okay)
Listen up, not gon' be talkin' shit, got my pistol tucked (Okay, okay, okay)
Perky up, one hour later catch me throwing up (Okay, okay, okay)
Druggie huh, I'm a druggie huh?
With some money, you lil stupid fuck (Okay)
When it come to features, I'm a murderer
You dead
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Okay, okay, okay
Sparked your bitch ass
Bitch
Ayy
Lil bitch