[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, ha, get up
Ballin' on your n***a, no pick up (Yeah)
Don't got a gun, better get one (Yeah)
So many weapons, I pick one (Yeah)
My chopper at Elliott
Arrival took thirty minutes
Just to go put the clip on (Yeah)
I DM your bitch, I ask her for her face
I need somethin' to put my dick on
These n***as be leechin'
Lookin' for a wave to steal, a wave to get on
Them be the same n***as that I told myself I was finna go get rich and go shit on
I've always been a bully
Rather pick on a motherfucker than get picked on
Everybody wanna talk tough
When the Draco out lips ziplock