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[Verse: Juice WRLD & DJ Scheme]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I tote, I'm with n***a's doin' the most
Pop and tote, pull up, I'ma blow at his skull
Don't ya know, I fuck wit' ya music bro?
I freestyle, watch me kick this shit off the dome
Burberry around my neck with this Frozone
Listen, I rather see the world cause' this shit so seemin'
I seen angels from different angles, demons
And bitches thinkin' about swallowin' semen
I don't really understand it, but I don't give a fuck
At the Trump Tower, racist bitches givin' shoulder rubs
I'm drinkin' lean 'til I'm throwin' up
I throw a purple, then I pour up, more purple got me pourin' up
I got a problem with drugs, I got a problem with love
I got a problеm with plugs, I got a problem with thugs
They think they is thе best
They from the other block across town
We gon' catch 'em, and send they ass to heaven
On stretchers, body bag 'em, toe tag 'em
Ain't straight, they some faggots, goddamnit
I'm on top of my flow
I feel like Drake through the six with my woes
I go, I'm from the eastside, Chicago
We down to let them things pop
Bitches wanna suck on my dick, just like a Ring Pop
I don't got time for it, gettin' to the guap, stop
I'm top-notch with these flows, and I don't jot
They don't know murder is off the top
How I drop? (Haha) All these flows (What the fuck?), you know what's up?
I get big just like The Rock, flexin' on these dumb niggs
Um, that's that beat like water
Abracadabra, I rap like H. Potter
Harry with the magic, make his ass disappear
Boolin' back like a red coat, screamin' out, "Paul Revere is a bitch"
I'm gettin' cash all day, I stack it, make it flip
If I go broke it's back to sellin' pounds and sellin' bricks
And if you got a problem wit' me, my choppa will get to fuckin' n***as like it came out from Taliban
Ooh, I'ma killer, you know it?
I got away with these words, Joey, I feel like a poet
And it's tatted on me, Triple 9, that's what I'm goin'
That's how I'm flowin', that's what I'm throwin'
And every show, I get the cash and then I leave, I love my fans
I look at Benjamin Franklin like I love my bands
I look at my girl, she like, "Damn, I love my man," I love her more than ever
I do that without sayin'
I get on my knees every day and pray to god that my family stay safe
Every time, even when they tote that 45
I know it's a couple pussy n***as that deserve nine shots
But, we gon' shoot they ass forty times
Transform like I'm Optimus, word the prime
Speakin' of prime, I'm in mine, that's the perfect time
I'ma end this shit here
Joey you raw, I'm raw, we should rap, and you know it, gang
(Hahaha, what the fuck?)