Juice WRLD
Na Na Na (Quitter) [Studio Session Edit]
[Intro]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

[Verse 1]
She know I'm a zombie, that's better than a loser
Bunch of Murakami and some ice like a cooler
I just want maturity, think I need a cougar
Flippin' chickens like we workin' up at Hooters, yeah, ayy
I ain't never been a loser
Pretty boy, semi boy, still got my hand on the ruger
Goyard take charge, I'ma stomp 'em like the yard
Tear that n***a right apart
Put a bullet in his heart
She put a bullet in my heart, where do I start?
I took shit too far with the Xan bar
I feel like Tarzan with these trees men
Feel like Barbara Streissand, it be singin'
I could promisе I merch it
Put this shit in a hearse, I likе chocolate bitches like Hershey's
N***as sicker than herpes
These n***as think they can hurt me
N***as never could murk me
I'm a whole different person
In that Rari' I'm swervin'
I drive drunk too much, I don't give two fucks
So what? Real n***a when the party show up
TNT like terrorists, I pull up I'ma blow up
He was talkin' dumb to me until he got tore up
[Bridge]
Bad hoes is the only thing that I like
Pull up in that ghost, I feel like Poltergeist
That bitch do the most..

[Verse 2]
VVS my wrist, I whip that shit, it's Frozone
He say he want beef, I hit em wit' a cold cut
He say he want beef, I showed up right in yo cut
Like n***a, what's up?
Yeah I smoke on a roll, to that bitch on the road
Feel like Kendrick Lamar, cause' I'm losin' control
Pop the Xanny, the bar, I take shit to the skull
.45 with 3-0, take that shit to the skull, woah
I just fucked two, hoes off the shrooms
Was it two hoes? Or was it one in my room?
N***as talkin' dumb? Cool
I remember way back in high school
Bitch I'm a dog off the leash
That mean they fuckin' wit me
I fuck yo' bitch on my team
I pass that bitch to my team
I run the Xan with the lean, ain't really worried 'bout nun', yeah
I ain't worried bout a thing, I run the Xan with the lean
I pass yo' bitch to my team, that bitch up front like a leash
That mean she know I'm a beast, I am a beast in the sheets
I fuck that bitch, I'm elite, right
I put the crack in elite socks
Run up on me, got a big Glock
I take yo Rollie like tick, tock
I got the worst luck with the baddest girls
I do the best drugs in the saddest world
I like the diamonds and the rubies, pearls
I need it all..
Californicatin' wit a bitch from Tacoma
Moonrock in my pocket, you know you love the aroma
Run up on me I pop it, I got my hand on my rocket
Fuck the plug lil mama, you datin' a socket
All these n***as they stoppin'
Rollie on me they watchin'
Don't got time for they plottin'
I know n***as, they poppin'
It's not an option to rob em'
Wasn't rockin' the Robins
It's Givenchy and Gucci, but I ain't go to no college