[Chorus: Juice WRLD, artLA & both]
Hmm, freestyle
I'm 'bout to let loose, wind me up
Heard he a snitch n***a, tie him up
I'll leave him washed up, then dry 'em up
Where my chopper at? Line 'em up
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog (Yeah)
I don't play at all (Yeah), keep a stick like analog (Yeah)
Keep a stick like analog, keep a stick like analog, yeah

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD, artLA & both]
Collar 'round my neck yeah, I'm a dog, yeah (Woof)
Pig out on a bitch, feelin' like a hog, yeah
Count the money up, make sure that it's all there (Cash)
Use your glasses, contacts, see it all clear
I-I-I've been smokin' chronic you can smell it in the air
You in another country, you still smell it over there
You smokin' mid, like a little kid, get that outta here
Bitch I'm rich, I just bought a zip to throw it in the air
Hella bands runnin' like a Lambo' at a red light
Tried to leave me left, so I had to leave you dead, right (Grrah)
That's your big homie, why he tellin' to the feds (Bitch)
I've never seen no shit like that in my life
If you ever fuck with my money you gettin' shot up in the head right
Tony Montana (Dead right, dead right)
Kidnap your family, how dare I?
[Chorus: Juice WRLD with artLA]
Hmm, freestyle
I'm 'bout to let loose, wind me up
Heard he a snitch n***a, tie 'em up
I'll leave him washed up, then dry 'em up
Where my chopper at? Line 'em up
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
Keep a stick like analog, keep a stick like analog, yeah

[Verse 2: artLA]
You can't take my heart, that shit isn't free
Choppa from Afghanistan, it came with a beam
Doin' Percs in my basement, don't fuck with them beans
I just popped that perky, mix with liquor just to feel
My body, these bitches wanna a take photo, 'member they was runnin' from me
Fuck your mommy, don't worry, I put her right back
I ain't never gon' lack, all my whips black
Tinted windows, doin' crack right in the backseat
Feelings I caught like a taxi
My life fast like a track meet
I don't need a Grammy
If I ever change you, you can slay me
If I ever change you, you can slay me
If I ever change you, you can lay me
Feelin' like a superhero, baby, don't save me
[Chorus: Juice WRLD with artLA]
Hmm, freestyle
I'm 'bout to let loose, wind me up
Heard he a snitch n***a, tie him up
I'll leave him washed up, then dry him up
Where my chopper at? Line 'em up
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
I don't play at all, keep a stick like analog
Keep a stick like analog, keep a stick like analog, yeah