[Part 1]

[Verse: Juice WRLD & B. Lou]
Damn B. Lou, why you trappin' so hard?
Everyday I get that money, stack a star
Everyday I was in 9th grade, poppin’ bars
I'm so high, I can't see, I’m with the stars
I'm with Juice WRLD
I'm with Z
I like bitches
They all on fleek
They all some freaks
Wrist elite
Ooh, sippin' on that purple, ease the pain
Y'all got candy
That's some candy
...handy
I told 'em take this tool, no Handy Manny
I'm in the trap with my n***as, you run up on me then I rob you for figures
All of these n***as some bitches and bitches be actin’ like n***as, it’s twisted
Talkin' that shit imma hit you, I pop a Xanax bar after and forget you
I put my dick in her system, after that I rotate, fuck on her sister

[Part 2]

[Verse: Juice WRLD, ZIAS & B. Lou]
I slam that bitch like the Rock
I slam that bitch like uh- ok
I slam that bitch like the Rock
I pour a 4 of the wock
Rollie on me that’s the stopwatch
Semi-clip like a big cock, stop
Run up on me, you get hit
Hit you in your mouth, no lockjaw
I put my dick in your broad
You ain't on shit, n***a dot com
You ain't on shit, n***a
All black n***a, that is my fit
And my checks gettin' way bigger
Ayy, ayy, since 4th grade I’ve been that n***a
All these chains, I ain't ever been no slave, n***a
Never been a slave, but to these opps I'm a grave digger
Go figure, I up the tommy of Tommy Hilfiger
Your bitch is a frame, so she fit in my picture
Backwoods to the brain, ain't fuckin' with swishers
Ain't fuckin' with swishers, n***a I be sippin' that lean
School in session, n***a you know I'm the dean
N***a I hit the club, fresh and so clean
AP [?], it's on lean
AP it's on me it's so freezy
Bitch, is you a-teasing?
Switch on that bitch, you is teasing
She stole my wish, not the sneezing
Asthma attack, when I hit from the back, I get so deep the bitch started wheezing
After that I kick her out the hotel and the little bitch said she need me
I told that bitch like "I'm like a teddy bear", her childhood she shouldn't keep me
Run up on me, then I may hit the choppa, it gon' heat you up like a microwave
Talkin' that shit then I'm on your top, imma twist your shit up like some microbraids
[Part 3]

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Who want the smoke?
L-O-L n***a, you know you just a joke
Ain't got my tool but I can't fix you if you broke
I say, I say, who want the-
Wait, hol' on, the beat caught me off-guard
I come back and dribble left-right, n***a I'ma damn point guard
Fire them shots off if you work for me you ain't in charge
And I'll yellowbone, not a redbone, stay yellowbone like-like Marge
Money like Simpson, n***a
I ain't talkin' Jessica Simpson, n***a
But if you check my network, I got that Jessica Simpson figure
Pull up on him, I kill him
I put my dick in her system, after that I put my dick in her sister
Said it last time, but I had to revisit it
All of my n***as be killin', I feel like a librarian, I ain't talkin'
Give her the D in the office, fuck from the back, she say I'm awfully awesome
I got powers like Austin, I'll send my n***as run through your apartment
Pull up and I spark it, in the back of the bus parkin'
N***a I'm Rosa Parkin'
Two hoes at a time in this yacht then catch me Noah's Arkin
I get cash all day, but you know what happen when that nina sparkin'
I feel like Bonaparte, n***a
You run up on me, I smoke you like gas, rollin' up all your fart, n***a