Juice WRLD
Tribe (Original Version)
[Chorus]
For my tribe, I'm a savage
In the club, totin' on a ratchet
Anybody want smoke, we gon' let 'em have it
But I still end up livin' lavish
For my tribe, I'm a savage
In the club, totin' on a ratchet
If they want smoke, hell yeah, they can have it
Then I go back to livin' lavish

[Verse]
I fly like paper, get high like planes
Off the Perc's and the codeine, no cocaine
Smokin' gas everywhere I go, Mr. Propane
Kel-Tec, peel off, with the scope, bang bang
For my tribe, I donе got rich, for the whole gang
All the opps wasn't on shit, call 'еm ho gang
So much money, I use Benjamin to make a paper plane
Listenin' to Paper Planes, shoutout M.I.A (Oh)
I'm a cowboy, yippee ki-yay (Oh)
What's a Sway to a fuckin' Kanye? (Oh)
What's a Juice to a M.I.A?
Obviously a G.O.A.T 'cause we on a song, hey
I guess I'm better then
A lot of n***as that's thinkin' that I'm irrelevant
They must be catchin' Alzheimer's, need some medicine
I only been here a year, they making comparisons already
Young playmaker, I'm a Tom Brady
N***as goin' to the club throwin' dubs they don't have, I'm just laid up with my lady (I'm just laid up with my lady)
[Chorus]
For my tribe, I'm a savage
In the club, totin' on a ratchet
Anybody want smoke, we gon' let 'em have it
But I still end up livin' lavish
For my tribe, I'm a savage
In the club, totin' on a ratchet
If they want smoke, hell yeah, they can have it
Then I go back to livin' lavish