[Intro]
(Pax Gimmick)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
We get a lot of the cheese, I make a thottie bitch get on her knees (Woah)
Lot of shit, I can't believe, man we bout take a trip all overseas
Came out of poverty (Came out of poverty)
Racks in my pocket like I hit the lottery
Selling out shows, now they call me a prodigy
We don't give shit, better want no apologies
Pretty bih' ride by my side, and everywhere I gotta' ride wit that Nine (Fye)
Runnin' wit' nine my brothеrs
And I know they havin' my back like a spine (On God)
Play with thе gang and you dyin'
It ain't no cap in my rap, I can't lie (Uh)
Get out the way, you ain't none of my time
You better think twice 'fore you play with the slime

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
You better think twice 'fore we come for your life (Uhh)
Put my dick in your wifey a couple of times (Uh, uh-huh)
I'm feeling like Busta, this chopper'll bust ya' (Aye, Uh-huh)
That bitch get to rappin' and spittin' these rhymes (Brrr, yeah)
You a pussy n***a, uh-huh, feline (Uh-huh)
Just incase, I gotta' shoot em’ nine times (Uh-huh)
Tatted on my wrist, shit, three nines (Three nines), I'm with the rich n***as, recline ('Cline, yeah)
Hop in the whip with them killers, they totin' them poppas (Skrtt, skrtt, skrtt)
If I don't got money, then yeah, I'ma rob ya' (Yeah)
I came from the bottom, I came from the gutter (Uh huh)
Never been a pedestrian, I feel like Gunna (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I feel like Birdman or somethin', the way I be stunna (Uh-huh)
Put Hermès on the joggers, three thousand ain't nun' (Uh-huh)
My brother locked up, won't let him out
Treat him like Akon, locked him down
[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
Oooo oh, oh
It cost to live like this
Never thought I'd have a crib like this
I remember it was loose change, now it's new chains, that's the sound you hear
‘Member I thought I was goin' no where
They call on me from back home, they want me dead
Show in the Chi', I'm performin' with one in the head (Brr, brr, brr)

[Chorus: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
We get a lot of the cheese, I make a thottie bitch get on her knees (Woah)
Lot of shit, I can't believe, man we bout take a trip all overseas
Came out of poverty (Came out of poverty)
Racks in my pocket like I hit the lottery
Selling out shows, now they call me a prodigy
We don't give shit, better want no apologies
Pretty bih' ride by my side, and everywhere I gotta' ride wit that Nine (Fye)
Runnin' wit' nine my brothers
And I know they havin' my back like a spine (On God)
Play with the gang and you dyin'
It ain't no cap in my rap, I can't lie (Uh)
Get out the way, you ain't none of my time
You better think twice 'fore you play with the slime (Boss)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I gotta play with your momma, I got a coupe and it came in the summer (Skrrt)
Louis Vuitton, Virgil runners, and I got colors of Virgil runners (Yeah)
You smokin' synthetic weed I can't get nun' of that, I'm gettin' money (Uh)
I gotta protect my degrees, these n***as bitin', they eat like a mamba (Yeah)
Back to back, turnt up the summer
I'm high as a fuck, but I had to let the lock to de-test, your honor
Got a bathroom full of exotic dranks, I done poured up the syrup, that Act' is expensive (Skrrt)
You gotta' check my persona, you know this shit fine and I got on aroma (Woo)
Your new boo can tell you "you hot as a sauna", but you know we fuck up the summer (Woo)
[Bridge: Young Thug]
I just got some head with no teeth, I just had your hoe suckin' dick in her jeans
Sprinkle this hoe in codeine, I was just sprinklin' a lil' blunt with leaves
I just had to tell her I'm relieved, and I'm signed, myself, to the streets
Black and white new Rolex on, I call it "Cookie & Cream" (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
We get a lot of the cheese, I make a thottie bitch get on her knees (Woah)
Lot of shit, I can't believe, man we bout take a trip all overseas
Came out of poverty (Came out of poverty)
Racks in my pocket like I hit the lottery
Selling out shows, now they call me a prodigy
We don't give shit, better want no apologies
Pretty bih' ride by my side, and everywhere I gotta' ride wit that Nine (Fye)
Runnin' wit' nine my brothers
And I know they havin' my back like a spine (On God)
Play with the gang and you dyin'
It ain't no cap in my rap, I can't lie (Uh)
Get out the way, you ain't none of my time
You better think twice 'fore you play with the slime