[Intro: Juice WRLD]

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Drop four inside my Fanta

Cardo Got Wings

Live like I'm a

Codeine from Atlanta

Gang

Used to drop a four inside my Fanta

Codeine from Atlanta

(Skrt skrt)

Bitch I ball, Larry Bird

[Chorus 1: Juice WRLD]

I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird

Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words

I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb

I get drunk, then I talk with a slur

Last night was a blur

Almost crashed, had to skrt

I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt

Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon

Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

That bitch wanna fuck me, where?

In the front seat

Gun in my Givenchys, I gotta stay comfy

I know they gon' hate me, yeah

They gon' love me

Two thousand on a sweater, bitch you know that you can't touch me

Her contact name is vacuum bitch, cause I know she gon' suck me

Don't know if I'm really handsome, cause the money hide the ugly

She say she wanna cuddle, nah, but I'll buy her a snuggie

I'm sorry, I'm not sorry, to this love shit I'm a zombie, yeah

Pill pop, drugs, I'm a junkie

Spend my cash on Percocets, I may run out of money

Say you wanna beef, nigga lemme know sumn'

I don't throw hands, but that gun throw sumn'

[Hook 2: Juice WRLD]

I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird

Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words

I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb

I get drunk then I talk with a slur

Last night was a blur

Almost crashed, had to skrt

I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt

Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon

Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first

[Verse 2: Abs-Brutal]

Aight Look

Flippin’ the script and killin’ this shit

We’re made for this, your made for slurpin piss

Swipe through your list, you know that i am hard to miss

My minds got a twist, i’mma pick you and throw you down in the abyss

You say i ain’t shit, while my ass you kiss

This ball i’mma kick, thanks to Chris (K-k-Kid Glock)

Even as hard as it gets, we gonna make the hits

I’m so fuckin fly, you don’t want to, i insist

Like R Kelly, it’s so hard to resist (ahah)

But there ain’t i crime i won’t commit

I’m the poisen that can kill the cure

Kickin’ your ass, you get hit

You outta words, you insecure

You drinkin’ pussy squirt

I’m Drinkin’ swizzle with vinegar

Thats why last night was a blur

Wierd cause all this is seems similar

I’m gon’ ball on this hoes, like Larry Bird

Lit fire to this verse like Ragnvald, Earl

[Hook 3: Juice WRLD & Abs-Brutal]

I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird

Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words

I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb

I get drunk then I talk with a slur

Last night was a blur

Almost crashed, had to skrt

I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt

Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon

Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first

[Outro: Juice WRLD]

Last night was a blur

Almost crashed, had to skrt

I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt

Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon

Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first