[Part I]

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah
I told him that I'm a killer, hm
Fuckin' on a white bitch, I had the Milli Vanilli, that bitch is vanilla
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy, I'm finna spread
I get the head from some teller (Hm)
I told her, "Bitch, we together, you know it's forever"
You run up I'm shootin', my hand on Beretta
I'm off of the top, it's a fucking Beretta
I'm fuckin' her good, I fuck her so good
You fuck her? Okay, well I'm fucking her better
Ayy, ayy, I'm so cold, watch on me, that bitch need a sweater
Knock 'em out, knock 'em out, Floyd Mayweather
He got a coat, n***a, no sweaty weather
He got a coat, n***a, no sweaty weather
B. Lou, n***a, can't nobody do it better
I smoke a n***a like a fucking [?], n***a (Yeah)
Shit he was smokin' on this dope, n***a laugh, propeller
N***a, smokin' on this dope got me high as a propeller
Yeah, I fucked the bitch, and I'm fucking on the yellow
Hit it from the back—
Yeah, hit from the back, I'ma hit the bitch better
If the bitch freaky then we gon' fuck her together
If the bitch freaky we gon' fuck her together
If she really freaky she gon' suck us together
Then after that, fuck her, we'll keep her forever
Not as a main, but as a side though
Pull up on the scene, chopper, yeah, that's my side ho
Ayy, yeah, huh, you know though
N***as full of shit, they some motherfuckin' a-holes, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Hittin' the cash flow
All the way turnt, Roscoe Dash, ho
Pull up on the scene doin' a dash, ho
Made trades with the drugs and sell mo'
Up, down, left, right, A, B, Y, X, bitch, that's the motherfuckin' cheat code
Pull up on the scene, like, "damn"
Stitch a n***a up like a motherfuckin' Lilo
N***as talk stupid, don't get it, you a bitch—
[...] Like some lunch show, n***a best believe that your mom know, ooh
This that Osam' flow, this that Obam' flow, this type of dick in your mom flow
This let your mom know
Bitch, I go itchin' for the convos, goin' to a vacation in Congos
I'ma explode like terrorists
I know that these n***as are scared of this
I'm ballin' on n***as, embarassing
They bankin' on me like a Harris kid
Get it? Bankin' on me like some Harris shit
Harris' a bank, don't you get it?
The subject I spit is like school or somethin', they may just go have to revist
[Interlude: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Boy, you ain't heard what he sayin'?
Bro
N***a, you see I got the fire out
That shit hard
Pressure, so much pressure
Ashin' all over my pants
Haha, look
Tweakin', fool
Lemme hit that motherfucker one time
When you need funding for your business, you need it fast
And that's a great—
This protein, you know?
I'm finna act crazy but look
Damn, he put "Suge"

[Part II]

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
Pack in the mail, it's gone
Look
Hm, put the clip in the gun, it's armed
Transform like Megatron
Ayy, fuck is you on?
Call of Duty the way that I spawn
You run up on me, I'ma shoot
I aim my hand out the roof
You is a lie, I'm the truth
Superman when I walk in the booth
Fallin' out like a loose ass tooth
Run up on me I'ma kill you and you
Ayy, look
Your bitches, they sticky like glue
I fuck on that bitch then I disappear
That bitch did not have a clue
All of these n***as ain't gettin' no money
I know that they broke than a bitch
If you run up on me, then that chopper will hit you for real
'Cause my n***as hear you talkin' shit, they gon' pull up on you
And this chopper, these pop like a pill
These n***as get killed, but I'm lit, ayy
Run up on me, I'm lit, just like a Bic
N***a you pop, just like a zit
Proactivis or somethin', get popped like a zit
These n***as ain't shit but some hoes and some bitches, ayy
I'm in my lane, no switchin', ayy
I'm not the same n***a, I'm different, ayy
Ball on 'em just like a Piston
March on a n***a, I'm army enlisted, ayy
Fuck all the competition
I got more drive than Bugatti engines, ayy
Listen, I'ma go shoot up your party, hm, ayy
Pushin' that work, that work that, yeah, get that Bugatti, ayy
Drippin' in them jeans, I'm swag
Hold on, I gotta put it in your body (Oh, yeah)
Run up on me, you get hit with the shotty (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, I got a bad bitch, yeah, meet me in the lobby
I be fuckin' on his bitch, countin' money, my hobby
N***a, you run up but don't try me, haha
Don't try me, hey
Run up like your days left, n***a, don't try me
Chopper a stick up, stick up, stick up, he need a IV
Smokin' on dope, that dope got me so high, I need Visine
Eyes so motherfucking red they like, "Damn, n***a, your eyes bleed"
They be like, "Damn, B. Lou, you be sellin' all the dope to the motherfucking Ozzlies"
Ayy, make sure you winnin'
N***a never beginner, n***a, all of my foes winnin'
We here smoking dope, n***a, in Juice WRLD kitchen
N***as whippin' in the kitchen
N***a, I sell broccoli
[Part III]

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD, B. Lou & Zias]
I'm runnin' up a ten, you know I'm gettin' there
[?]
I'm movin' slow again, I feel like [?]
I'm feelin' like a pimp, 'cause bitches they get [?] (Uh-huh)
Ayy, I'm passing, n***a, you know I'm spazzed
Ayy, you know I'm B. Lou, I'm 'bout this cash
Need a bad bitch with a whole lotta ass
Shit, we in the club, you better shake it fast (Shake it fast)
Shake it fast (Yeah, ayy)
Shake it fast like Usain Bolt (Yeah)
You might catch a bullet like [?] (Yeah)
Gucci and Louis all over my brand new coats, mhm
Burberry, n***a, bad bitch
Breath heavy, huh, on a ho 'nother Levy
I'm hot off of this medicine, meditatin' on n***as
That chopper on me with a trigger
That make a n***a hop like he was with Tigger
My n***as get money for real
Ain't talkin' 'bout Tommy but I got the figures (Yeah)
The Tommy inside the Hilfiger's
I pull it out, spit like a pastor, no scriptures
These n***as ain't shit but some bitches
I'm disappearin' on them just like a wizard
Bitch, I'm the flame, n***a
Waka Flocka, oh, let's do it, I'm the Flame, n***a
(Kool-Aid Jammer)
Kool-Aid Jammer (Yeah), totin' the hammer
Free all my n***as locked up in the slammer
Just like a fruit, bitch, I'm goin' bananas
(Louis Vuitton)
Louis Vuitton on the belt
Louis Vuitton on the shirt too
Run up on me get murked too
R. Kelly with that bitch, I may just go flirt, ooh
(Nintendo Switch)
I switch like Nintendo
Pull up on him
Rhymes off of the mental
Explode like pop when you drop one Mento, ayy
Bitch, I'm dope, no antidote
Pull up on the scene with chop', with a 44
Pull up with a 4-0, hangin' out the four-door
Dragon like Komodo, pose like a photo
You already know though
(Audemar my wrist)
Audemar wrist with the AP
This so cold, run it back, go replay me
Pull up on the scene, 4:44, Jay-Z
Hit a n***a with a combo, like pay me, fuck you
Pull up on the scene like I'ma buck you
Knuck if you buck, run up on me, I buck too
Chopper on me and it cost like a buck or two
Huh, I'm bustin' you, uh
(Where you see yourself in two years?)
Where I see myself in two years?
Shittin' on all my peers, the ones that wish that they livin' right here
A lot of shit changed since last year
I'm not the same n***a as last year
Last year was a broke year, but the next year will be the most year
(Options)
Got options, like what am I coppin'?
Where do I wanna go shoppin'?
Like you said, I got options (Yeah)
The money is stacked in my pocket
The money, yeah, that is an option
The streets, that's not an option
I made a whole 'nother option
(Freddy Krueger)
Freddy Krueger, when I tote the Ruger, it's a scary sight
Run up on me, n***a, you could die tonight
I ain't never had to have a stage fright
Hop up on the stage, then I take lives
Grab the mic, fresh to death, Gucci in the afterlife
I'm in the Ghost like the Poltergeist
Triple 9, still fuck the pastor's wife
Woah, woah, woah, woah, uh
Thank God for the blessings, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
In the cut totin' on a Smith & Wesson (Yeah)
I heard you're hungry, so my Glock got the munchies
It'll give your ass seconds
Do you wanna get shot or stabbed? N***a, it's a choice, it's a preference
(Actavis)
Actavis I just been sippin'
These n***as got a foot out or something, they trippin'
You run up on me then I'm ballin' like Scottie
That didn't rhyme, so guess I'm ballin' like Pippin, ayy, huh
Bitch, I'm limpin' like I'm pimpin'
Bathing ape on me, I'm chimpin', uh
N***as basic, bitches basic, why you so fuckin' simple? (Yeah)
[Interlude: Zias, B. Lou & Juice WRLD]
"Bathing Ape on me, I'm chimpin'," that shit hard
Ayy, n***a was going crazy on the beat
That's hard
N***a, that shit was hard, I ain't gon' even cap
That n***a hard
Nah, nah, nah, that shit was stupid
That shit finna go viral
Yes, that was hard
I said, "Kool-Aid Jammer," and the n***a said, "Kool-Aid Jammer, totin' my hammer"
That shit hard
That shit was stupid
Ayy y'all, chris, you heard that, fool?
But that, that was— that shit was hard
"Kool-Aid Jammer," n***a said, "Kool-Aid Jammer, totin' the hammer"
That shit was hard
I knew what it was when you said that, like I wouldn't (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
N***a, yeah, that shit was hard, n***a
Fo' sure
[?]
Light it up, bro

[Part IV]

[Verse 4: Juice WRLD, Zias & B. Lou]
Light it up, light it up, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Shoutout to Thugger
We in L.A., chillin' with Juice (Chilling with Juice)
Pop me a Perc' (Pop me a what?), it give me a boost (It give me a boost)
It give me a boost (It give me a boost, yeah)
The drank got me loose, yeah, ayy
Chopper kicking just like Bruce (Like Bruce, like, "yah, yah")
Bruce Lee, I be just wet like a jet-ski (Woo)
N***a broke, n***as is my pet peeves, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, yeah
All these broke n***as is my pet peeves
Don't take a lot to convince me
'Cause these n***as too full of envy, uh, ayy
Led like a pencil, no writing utensil
This off of the dope, this is off of the mental
I get the money, I stack it for sure though
Pull up on the scene, it's just me and my bro-bro
Runnin' through the six like Drake with the woes, uh
I'm in the paint like Shaquille O'Neal, you throw me the rock, throwing 'bows, uh
I got a chopper on me, no shield, n***a, I'm overexposed (Yeah)
I'ma shoot it and then I reload (Yeah)
And these n***as they not on shit (Doo, doo, doo, doo)
How do I know? I already know, uh, ayy (Yeah)
I pass it to bro, you see he-he finna score (Yeah, yeah)
We already know that he was plottin', I just threw an 'oop on the lo'(Yeah)
I threw an 'oop on the lo' and you know that I catch it (Yeah)
Bitch, hold on [?]
You know that I catch it, just like I catch a n***a in traffic (Yeah)
Pull up on him with a Magnum, then I pull up on his bitch with a Magnum, uh
One is a gun and one is a condom, I guess a n***a got standards, uh
Cheat on that bitch all day like, "Goddamn, Juice WRLD don't got no manners," uh
What I say earlier? Fuck school, I was rolling weed in my planner, uh
They don't want smoke with me
L-O-L, these n***as just a bunch of jokes to me
Really I'm rich as a bitch and they broke to me
Just how it's supposed to be, just how it's supposed to be
Standin' over that n***a, I'll shoot him (All freestyle)
That's true to my n***as had told me, yeah
I got my Ruger, these n***as ain't shit but some motherfuckin' hoes
And these hoes be leeches, thots, and cougars
I don't got time for it
I got my girlfriend and she spin me around like a whirlwind
See, me and her we money twirlin'
I'ma throw her in the room while she twerkin'
Put in work, uh
Slip on me shit, like a serpent, uh
Snakes in the grass, fuck a serpent, uh
That n***a a whole different person, I see him lurkin', baow