[Intro: Juice WRLD]

(Southside on the track, yeah!)

Smoking Cookie Crisp

Huh, stupid bitch

Uh, uh

Phew, uh!

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

Let my girlfriend hold the strap, nigga, no dyke

Doing drive-bys at night, nigga, no lights

Hating on me? Fuck nigga got no life

Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life

Slow down on the Perc's something don't feel right

Hi-Tech red, that shit slime real right

I freestyle the shit they will write

He on the corner, stop at the red light

Talking drunk, nigga, no Bud Light

He on the 'Gram, flexing with fake ice

I'ma keep going, no time for a hook (No time for a hook)

They stealing the drip, no time for a crook (No time for a crook)

Yo' bitch get picked up, then I get licked up

We in the Fisker moving to Cali, L.A. or Vista

She want a mister, I want her sister, shit real crazy

Someone come roll backwoods, I'll pay

Someone talk down on my name, I'll slay

I'ma test out my new gun like, yeah

Spent two bands, gave my bitch red hair

Pull up on a fuck nigga, he right there

He location shared

On the way with sticks right now, we ain't never cared (Never cared)

[Interlude: Juice WRLD]

Uh, huh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Ah (Ah), ah (Ah)

She look at me like I'm a young god

Yeah, Allah, thank God

Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard

We in yo' yard, you ain't here

Then we in your bro yard, make it clear

Boolin' in front lawn, we know you here (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)

Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

[Verse 2: Amaru Son]

I really don't get why you niggas get mad

I really don't understand why niggas sad

I'm flexing on you bozos

They over here, treating me like I'm their dad

Ain't worry 'bout things that I never did

They focus on things that I never had

I can't believe this shit right here

I'm calling out bullshit, like red flags

(So please don't tick me off!)

I think I might slow it down for y'all

These fuck niggas need some Adderall

The girl dripping here, Niagara Falls

She didn't know she was choosing natural

Woah there, pardon me

There is nothing left to see

Yeah, no, go to sleep

Before it's too late, now rest in peace

I'm turning these niggas to stone

Like I'm Medusa, uh

Fuck nigga watching maneuver

Over here creeping, I think I'm Sly Cooper, uh

Been tripping, them niggas wishy-washy

And my time cost Frank Muller, uh

You 'bout to make another scene

Pouring out the beam, aiming your Medula, yeah, ah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD, Amaru Son & Both]

Ah (Oh, woah), ah (Oh, woah, oh, oh)

She look at me like I'm a young god (God!)

Yeah, Allah (Allah), thank God (Thank God!)

Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard (Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard)

We in yo' yard (Yard), you ain't here (Here)

Then we in your bro yard (Yard), make it clear (Clear)

Boolin' in front lawn (Lawn), we know you here (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)

Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]

Run up the money and run out of fears

Codeine cups, we having cheers

What's her name? All on my phone

I haven't talked to this bitch in some years

Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in

They want Givenchy the way that I got it

Nigga, how much are you willing to spend? Yeah

[Interlude: Juice WRLD]

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 4: Amaru Son]

Yeah, I caught this nigga lacking

I hit him for his bag

His girlfriend asking me what happened

I told 'em, stop the capping, yeah (Yeah)

And you know what I'm saying, I told you lil' niggas

Stop playing with me, better do what I say so

And ain't this a problem, my shooters be gunning them down

I'm treating his ass like a payroll

Oh, woah!

He can't slide with me

I'm not no eskimo

And he begging on his knees

For the plea

But he ain't sing the right key

Have we just got his ass to unfold? Woah, oh!

[Outro: Juice WRLD]

Oh! Oh!

I'ma let it breathe, breathe

Let it die slow

I'm your greatest enemy

Eazy-E

Fuck the police