[Intro: Juice WRLD & unknown]
I ain't with all of that
My, my focus is if y'all wanna box, we can box
Then I'ma hug you, n***a
And I'ma go on about my business, period
We ain't got to add no cameras, no nothin'
So you can feel comfortable, period, n***a
I ain't with none of that shit, bro
Y'all n***as stop playin' with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain't with all that
I'm on 30 right now, bro
I'm on fuckin' 30, bro
I'm on 30, now give me some fuckin' lemonade, fo' sure
I'm on 30, n***a
Fuck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (9-9-9)
Fucked up this time, didn't it? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, fucked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
Bitch, bitch, ayy

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hopped up out the jet, with a bitch from Tijuana (Bitch)
Smellin' like some pounds in that stank, Marijuana (Gas)
That bitch gon' do coke for me (Ayy), she gon' hide my dope for me (Yeah)
Flex up on my ex, I'm off the pills, she calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I'm in the back of your house gettin' top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, bitch)
Walkin' in slow motion everywhere that I go, 'cause it's a four in a Fanta, yeah (Bitch)
AP skeleton on the way, two-tone, wrist dancin', yeah (Watch, bitch)
Fuck her then I take her out to Micky D's, no time for romantic, yeah (Lil' bitch)
Young, rich n***a, my money be stackin', .40 on my hip, no lackin' (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fuck-n***a, knuck if you buck, you ain't 'bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari, I put it in gear, and it crawl like tarantula (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I fuck yo' bitch while I howl at the moon, she tell me I act like an animal, yeah (Woo)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah, I take)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take— (Uh)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Yeah, what? I take)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (Bitch, no breaks)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD]
More on my mind than a little
Draked up on drank, break her back if she brittle (Woo)
I speak in code, make you break down a riddle
Copped a big house with a gate where it's subtle (Yeah)
I look at my gang, the same gang since the middle
School of hard knocks, used to roll up with Nickle
Used to get dubbed the boy back for that pussy
She sucked on my pickle, I nut on her nipple (Bitch)
Don't give a fuck, no, not even a little
My lil' bro a psycho, his body cell sickle
I'm hearin' the hate, that shit makin' me tickle
I can't have him 'round if he fickle (Ah)
I prefer Monica every time
I need the dollars for every line (Whoo)
Country boy sippin' on cherry wine (Yeah)
Just woke up, I had to decline (Bitch)
Rollin' around in that foreign, it's all mine (Skrt)
Can't take a break, I don't got the time (Ah)
Watch on my wrist 'cause it's seven-nine (Whoo)
Not 7.9, make it seventy (Yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch from the back, that shit heavenly
How you wear diamonds but work at the Dollar Tree?
Honestly, just don't never got enemy
Keep an AR, red beam for enemy, Lil Boat (Fuck, ooh)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take— (Ayy)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (Bitch, no breaks)
Ayy