[Intro: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
This shit hard, Juice WRLD, Juice WRLD
Ayy, Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Juice WRLD (Gang), ha-ha
Ayy, huh (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy, ayy (Ooh, Filthy)
Showed up to the, uh, huh, yeah, ooh (Yeah)
Me and Boat just showed up to your function, yeah (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Me and Boat just showed up to your function, yeah (Bitch, bitch, that way)
Huh, yeah (Bitch), huh (Bitch), yeah (Gang way)
Huh, ayy, huh (Gang way, gang way, gang way)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Me and Boat just showed up to your function (Ayy, ayy)
Hopped up on the stage, it's a rage, get to jumpin' (Ayy, ayy)
.40 make you dance, breakdance, get to krumpin' (Bitch, bitch)
.23 in my glizzy, yeah, jumpman, jumpman, jumpman (Ha)
Pull up on the scene, get my cig, no cigarette (Grrah, grrah)
Smoke too many n***as, got to stop, I need niccorette (Ha)
Pull up on 'em, .40 leave 'em drunk like some liquor, yeah (Baow, fa-fa-fa)
Pose, ho, pose, ho, life is such a picture, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Interlude: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
This is—
Damn
Should I start right there? (Yeah)
Ayy, we fuckin' shit up, bro
This n***a do it so easy (Go get 'em)
Fuck-ass n***a
Hop on like "Bow, bow, bow, bow"
I don't think you heard that man (Haha)
Go get 'em
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD]
Lookin' like a lick (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Lookin' like a brick (Yeah, uh-huh)
Ten K on sticks (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
Walked in on Sunday (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
Need a medical kit (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
And my decimal figures (Yeah, keep talkin')
She said "Lil Boat a lil' dog" (She did, uh-huh)
Ouch, I just got bit by a tick (Uh)
This should be the route, yeah, yeah
The jeans be the Rick (Designer)
I'm jumpin' in Sprite (Uh)
Never gon' jump in the mix, yeah (True story)
Since I got on, since I got guap (Uh), you couldn't tell me shit (Yeah)
You couldn't tell me shit, yeah (True story)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
You couldn't tell me shit, huh (True story)
Couldn't tell me shit, huh (True story)
Got a chain 'round of your neck (Yeah)
You look like a lick (True story)
Couldn't tell me shit (True story), couldn't tell me shit (True story, lil' bitch)
Boat, these n***as be hatin' on us, let's load up the clip (Suck my dick, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Couldn't tell me shit (Uh, yeah), couldn't tell me shit (Lil Boat, uh, yeah)
Look at your girl, she all on my dick, she wanted a pic' (Huh, smash)
Couldn't tell me shit (Huh, yeah), couldn't tell me shit (Damn)
Run up on me, like a dreadlock, that choppa get twist (Hahah, Juice)
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Ayy, twenty bands still like twenty dollars to the kid (Talk your shit)
You wanna tweak? Call up the gang, twenty choppers to your head (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'm runnin' out of lean (Uh-huh), call the doctor up again (Brr)
Get my cash up, tell a fuck-n***a to catch up (Go crazy, bitch)
You need back up, yes, I got my MAC tucked (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Fuck-n***a back up, why these n***as tryna act up? (Huh, uh-huh)
Flexin' in front of they girls (Uh-huh) like I ain't fuck her (Uh-huh, they pussy)
Raw dog, Superman in that bitch, I ain't use no rubber
Act up, get papped up, pull up in a Mac truck (Bitch)
Pull up with a MAC tucked, you run your mouth like Daffy Duck (Bitch)
All you n***as pussy (Bitch), you n***as hella sweet (Yeah)
Catch your ass in person (Uh-huh), you gettin' hella beat (Grrah, grrah, grrah)