[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Bang
Let's get it
Uh
Bah
Bah, bah
[?]
Let's get it

[Chorus: Mr.Goon]
And all my n***as writin' 'bout a drill
Fuck a n***a trippin', leave him missin' like a drink order with the Happy Meal
Why y'all n***as flexin'? I've been sittin', ballin', [?] told me that I got to soaring
Finesse a bitch out the top then I finesse a n***a out his Jordans, let me pick the shit up
Thirty n***as ridin' dirty, n***a in the back of the 'lac, tell 'em go get hit up
And all y'all n***as fuckin' trippin', bitchin' 'bout the shit that you heard, tell 'em [?]
Finesse that dope, boy, for five stacks
And all y'all n***as don't want violence, ballin' like [?] 'til the ruger bang
Plain jane, n***as out herе do insane
You can't hang with them n***as, you a lame, playin' gamеs
Somethin' that a n***a bang in the same lane, but I'm miles ahead
I know y'all n***as out here geekin', tweakin', 'till it hit the weekend, [?]
Run through the game like it's [?]
[?] from the get go, n***a let's go

[Verse 1: Gunbo]
[?], yeah, I'm rockin'
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[Chorus: Mr. Goon]
And all my n***as writin' 'bout a drill
Fuck a n***a trippin', leave him missin' like a drink order with the Happy Meal
Why y'all n***as flexin'? I've been sittin', ballin', [?] told me that I got to soaring
Finesse a bitch out the top then I finesse a n***a out his Jordans, let me pick the shit up
Thirty n***as ridin' dirty, n***a in the back of the 'lac, tell 'em go get hit up
And all y'all n***as fuckin' trippin', bitchin' 'bout the shit that you heard, tell 'em [?]
Finesse that dope, boy, for five stacks
And all y'all n***as don't want violence, ballin' like [?] 'til the ruger bang
Plain Jane, n***as out here do insane
You can't hang with them n***as, you a lame, playin' games
Somethin' that a n***a bang in the same lane, but I'm miles ahead
I know y'all n***as out here geekin', tweakin', 'till it hit the weekend, and that .9's to your head
Run through the game like it's [?]
[?] from the get go, n***a let's go

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I do this shit, yeah, I run through this shit
I'ma tie the knot, goddamnit, I'ma shoot this shit
I shoot the shit, marchin' like a army, I'll recruit this shit
Like a pair of Timbs, on my soul, I'm finna boot this shit
Pussy n***a wanna run up, they get gunned up
From the sun down 'til the sun up
Bring them guns up, pussy n***a really wanna run up
I swear to God, I'm the man now
I don't walk, n***a, I just run towns
And pussy n***a wanna run circles, then I got circles I call rounds
Any n***a wanna get that better get back 'fore we click-clack
And we spit crack on this sick track
Pussy n***a get his wig clapped
I ain't give a fuck and I ain't never did
I'll trim n***as through a n***a's crib
Kill the baby, put blood on the bed
N***a, you know what it is
I'm the best to ever do it
[Chorus: Mr.Goon]
And all my n***as 'bout to write a drill
Fuck a n***a trippin', leave him missin' like [?] order with the Happy Meal
Why y'all n***as flexin'? I've been sittin', ballin', [?] told me that I got to soaring
Finesse a bitch out the top then I finesse a n***a out his Jordans, let me pick the shit up
Thirty n***as ridin' dirty, n***a in the back of the 'lac, tell 'em go get hit up
And all y'all n***as fuckin' trippin', bitchin' 'bout the shit that you heard, tell 'em [?]
Finesse that dope, but for five stacks
And all y'all n***as don't want violence, ballin' like [?] 'til the ruger bang
Plain jane, n***as out here do insane
You can't hang with them n***as, you a lame, playin' games
Somethin' that a n***a bang in the same lane, but I'm miles ahead
I know y'all n***as out here geekin', tweakin', 'till it hit the weekend, [?]
Run through the game like it's [?]
[?] from the get go, n***a let's go

[Verse 3: Mr.Goon]
Me and Jarad and Gumbo, we in here, we're too legit
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[Verse 4: Mr.Goon]
And all my n***as writin' 'bout a drill
...
[?], my n***a, you thought we was through
...