[Intro: Juice WRLD]
(Wheezy outta here)
What, you know you know (uh)
Boy (uh, huh)
[unintelligible]

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fuck her then I let her go
Don't nobody gotta know
Hit me on my celly phone
Tell'em that you coming over i may have to slump you over
I got that terminology from Sosa
‘Rarris Rovers ‘Rarris ‘Rarris Rovers

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Party's over, party's never over
Never sober, bitch I'm never sober
If you ain't fucking then you can't come over
That's the truth
Don't tell them that you're smart they'll come after you (ooh)
That's the truth
I can't sell my soul im illuminati proof (nah)
I sold my [unintelligible] for a couple of millys
Run up on me them its bussin my n***as be with me (yeah)
Aim at your head like concussion im serving shit like a butler
Your bitch with me she a sucker, I’m a rich motherfucker
Pressed still selling them packs choppas on your ass
Leave you in the past
She wanna fuck on the back of the Bently
Sprite dirty fit clean
That's sauce on me sounds about right to me
Money nice, bitch mean
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fuck her then I let her go
Don't nobody gotta know
Hit me on my celly phone
Tell'em that you coming over i may have to slump you over
I got that terminology from Sosa
‘Rarris Rovers ‘Rarris ‘Rarris Rovers