.40 with a .30 thats a... Ha You dig? Yeah You dig?
.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause) Talkin’ all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off) Got your bitch doin' cocaine ’till she lockjaw Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her Life of a rockstar rap trapper Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through (Hiss) Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive through
I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive through Your bitch is an Xbox, play her like game room, aye I was tweakin' off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, aye Now I'm itchin' seein' shadows in my fuckin' room, aye (Lucid dreams) Cute chocolate bitch, thats a fuckin’ Reeses Heard her nigga was talkin’ shit, pull on him and crease him Snort the Molly off her tits, energy increasin' Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat, uh Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no fuckin’ reason Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra grrra grra) If a nigga try to take my shit, I'ma leave him bleedin'
.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause) Talkin’ all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off) Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her Life of a rockstar rap trapper Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through (Hiss) Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive through
Aye, bad lil' bitch you know I seen her She seen me sell out arenas Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas Take a nigga to the cleaners Even when I'm dressed like a bum I'm cleaner All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers I'm ballin' out while they sittin' on the bleachers Get rich just to go back and fuck on my teachers None of them believed in me either Now they hit my twitter congratulatin' me Nigga I don't fuck with y'all people Old hoes hit me up, sorry I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either Yeah, I don't need 'em Pretty bitch, good facial features Three blunts to the face then I eat her Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin' Gotta put them down I'm tweakin' Sometimes it feels like I need 'em Sometimes I feel so defeated My mind be racing like "Damn, what the fuck is Juice WRLD thinking?" Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her glasses
.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause) Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off) Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her Life of a rockstar rap trapper Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
