[Intro: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti]
Everybody doin' that Cheese and Dope challenge on Instagram, that's funny
You what I'm sayin'? You know that shit? (What?)
Cheese and dope shit, that Project Pat (Yeah)

[Verse: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti]
Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better
I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight? You wanna fight?
Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather, Juice Mayweather (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look at the way I'ma spit this shit, look at the way I used to hit them licks
I was back in the Chi', I was runnin' through the 6, like Drake, but I don't got no woes for shit
Pull up on the scene with the chopper, like, "Damn," n***a shoot him in his face, but it hit his bitch
All I know is get the cash, stack it, yeah, after that make you flip
Smokin' on dope, smokin' on dope, sellin' that dope, I'm in the trap
Used to have brown in a bag, used to serve it out my lab
Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, and I kick you out
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the door
N***as fake, lip syncin', Milli Vanilli on these hoes
I'm just poppin' like a wheelie, like Meek Milly on the go, ayy
Off of the molly, I'm a whole different person
Snakes in the grass, but I see the serpent
Run up on me, I get to murkin'
Gun is a bird, it get to chirpin'
Ooh, ayy, ayy, she tell me I'm pretty, I say, "I'm prettier in person," ooh, ayy
I thank God every day, he bless me with this discernment, uh
I see demons, I see demons, I see angels, uh
My eyes are like cameras, and I see it from different angles, uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch Hot Pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it
I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
UP, University Park, that's where I was at, that's where we fuckin' stayed, ayy
We was in Cal' Park, ayy, uppin' the hunnids, ayy, ayy
N***as in Rosen, ayy, ayy, gettin' that money, ayy, ayy
Over east up in the streets, actin' grimy, ayy, ayy
I ain't Thug, but some my n***as'll get real slimey, ayy, ayy
Huh, .40 with that 30, I deserve it
I'm ballin' for that green, I'm shootin' on my Larry Bird shit
N***as know what's up, I'm in the kitchen, like I'm Keurig
Whippin', whippin', flippin' chickens, Harold's to the churches
N***as know what's up with me, in the kitchen with the cutlery
Ballin', Jimmy Butler, rushin', I was Chrissy Tucker, please
Get the fuck back, 'fore we fuck up yo' set
Droppin' sets, loadin' TECs
Hit your face and your neck
Bitch, I'm ballin', don't need rebounds, I'm dunkin' on the bitch
Up in school, I couldn't do no work, I was flunkin' in that bitch
High as fuck, off the Xans, sleep in class, fuck the work
Matter of fact, after class, I was probably sellin' work
I had Addys for the thirty, I had Vyvanse for the ten
I had all types of Xans I used to pass up to my friends
Who get high outside of lunch, after that, probably skip school
I was ridin' around the city with my motherfuckin' tool, uh
Used to leave the 'burbs, go back to the city
Gun with a pretty pea coat, Pretty Ricky
You get shot in yo' back, if you think this shit sweet
Mask on me, it ain't Halloween, still trick or treat
All these hoes wanna fuck on me, they can't get dick for free
Matter of fact, can't get dick at all, 'cause these bitches ain't for me
They be triflin', they be triflin', tryna rob, tryna scheme
If a bitch try to set me or my brothers up, might leave her on the scene, uh
See, my gun is bisexual, it also knows a lot of big words, it's perplexual
See, bitch, I be flexin' and my life is on a pedestal
I'm just like KISS or somethin', I got that heavy metal, and I'm rockin'
Ha-ha-ha-ha