[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh, drivin' too fast (Ohh)
Looking at him like why the fuck you do that? (Ohh)
Uzi, what you on, n***a? (Ohh, let's go)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brand-new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in the shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in the shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel I'll die in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Huh, I'm in danger, cowboy guns I'm a texas ranger
Choppa from the future like a power ranger
Codeine sippin', ain't no liquor, I be mixin flavors
Bitch, I'm a rockstar and a killer
The demon is in him, but I'm praying God to get rid of it
Uzi told me that the demon is really my friend
Make me different, I shouldn't get rid of it
But I don't know what I should do about the demon, I'm tryna figure out what the fuck is the media
Louis V on me, that shit on the media
Lean and drive, disobedient
Evil eyes, I feel villainous
N***as lives, Wikipedia
Yo' bitch in bed, sing her lullabies, she think that I'm keeping her
Nah, she shouldn't think that shit at all
She think I love her, they told it wrong
It ain't my fault, leave her heart on the sidewalk
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brand-new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in the shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in the shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel I'll die in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch, oh yeah

[Verse 2: OG Don]
(Ayy)
I flooded my wrist with ice
She wanna ride on my dick like a bike
Shout out to Juice, that's my brother for life
I'm smokin' on woods, and you smokin' a pipe
I'm fuckin' a model, and you fuckin' a dike
That shit nasty, boy you triflin'
City to city, I be flyin'
I knew that bitch was really lyin'
Designer fabrics, I be buyin'
The police come, you better hide it
No I'm not boxing but I got a title
Pray to the Lord, I be readin' the Bible
Poppin' these Perkys, bitch I got the itis
Gold chain just like Midas
Private party, you not invited
I love my momma, bought her a diamond
Keep my Tech tucked, I don't give a fuck about your vest bro
I'm next up
Red Coupe that bitch look like ketchup
Fuck police I will never ever 'fess up
You had somethin' going, but your stupid ass messed up
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Brand-new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in the shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in the shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel I'll die in this shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in shit (Ohh, ohh, ohh)
Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch, oh yeah