[Intro: Juice WRLD & ?]
Juice
Why I see that, man?
(TheBeatAsylum)
Ayy
Gang

[Verse: Juice WRLD & ?]
.30 in that .40, you don't want no smoke, ayy (Nuh-uh)
Laughing at these n***as, they a bunch of jokes, ayy (Ha-ha-ha)
If I catch you, then I catch you, you get poked (Boom)
Illuminati with that shotty, take yo' soul, ayy
30 in that .40, fiendin' for some opps (Gimme that)
Every time you see me scammin' on the block
Fuck 12, still running from the cops (Fuck 'em)
They been tryna catch me up, serving rocks (You won't)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, n***a, fuck 12 (Fuck 12)
They just took my brodie Jody, n***a, fuck 12 (Free Jody)
12 guage on me, that's my homie, it's gon' buck 12 (Boom, boom)
You a snitch, yeah you a rat, and I don't trust 12
I was screamin' on that block
I was clutchin' on that Glock
Servin' them rocks (Rocks)
It ain't nothing on the blocks
But a whole lotta shots and servin' them rocks
And I'm still yellin', "Free Mo' from the feds" (Free Mo')
If I catch a goofy opp, then I'm leaving them dead
Headshots, headshots, we ain't fucking with legs (Okay)
I need top from a thot, keep on closing they legs (Bitch)
Run up on me, catch a shot, .223 at yo' head, ayy (Boom)
Murder she wrote, with this bullet, he bled, ayy
Murder she wrote, leave 'em dead on the pavement (He gone)
Young n***a, I was trappin' out the basement
I ain't never have enough to under switch blows
Looked my victim in the eyes and I left that n***a froze (He dead)
Left that n***a froze
Robbed him, took that n***a clothes
Run up on me, woah, .40 on me finna blow (Boom)
Fuckin' yo' bitch in the back of my Challenger
Daring a n***a to challenge us (Skrrt)
Run up on me, then fuck it, we gon' shoot 'em
I swear that my n***as be dangerous (Yeah)
[Outro: ?]
Yeah
Ayy, free [?]