[Intro]
Shortie, Shortie
[Chorus] x2 (Juice WRLD)
I'ma pull up in a Bentley, bitch ride me just like a ten speed
Got a .40 with 30s, the auto or semi, extended clip, I got plenty
I count rack after rack, pour the red, I'm a slatt
My gun just like a bitch, it's sittin' on my lap
I'm a rebel, play heavy metal in the trap
Got the red when I pop the phantom in the back (Yeah)
[Verse] (Lil Uzi Vert)
Tweakin' and geekin' off Molly and Xanny and Perky and Addy (whoo)
Gettin' this money, my hundreds so crispy, I'm gettin' this cabbage
Still the same nigga, eat my salmon blackened
Told that nigga I fucked on his bitch gladly
That lil' bitch mad 'cause she really can't have me
She sucked my dick with a piece of candy
Looked in my eyes, said she can't stand me
Talk to my foreign, it talkin' right back
10 double G's and I'm takin' 'em things
Jump in the 'Rari, everything went black
[Verse 2] (Lil Uzi Vert)
All of my diamonds, they start wit' V
Swerve in the 'Rari, it ain't got no key
All of you rappers are hot to me
Because y'all all remind me of me
I was just normal, I went through a portal
Now my life changed like I'm Mr. Deeds
Fuck that bih once, then I dip
Fuck the bitch once, then I hit delete
She so wet, might have to repeat
She drink the pints of the lean
She drink the pints of the lean
I smoke the pounds of the green
She was on Oxy by 3
She was on Oxy by 3
She was on Roxi and E
She put her body on me
She throw her body on me
I am first 'cause I'm A1 and you Z
Takin' Addys 'til I really can't see
[Chorus] x2 (Juice WRLD)
I'ma pull up in a Bentley, bitch ride me just like a ten speed
Got a .40 with 30s, the auto or semi, extended clip, I got plenty
I count rack after rack, pour the red, I'm a slatt
My gun just like a bitch, it's sittin' on my lap
I'm a rebel, play heavy metal in the trap
Got the red when I pop the phantom in the back (Yeah)
[Verse 2] (Juice WRLD)
My money old, London bridge
She made me sick, swallow kids
Still wanna hate, hollow tips
Hop in the whip, Grand Theft Auto my clip
Suck my dick like a baby bottle, poppin' dick
Hit 'em with it like Ronda Rousey, but I win
All these niggas that heard about me, they be worried about me, they be really scary 'bout the kid
Givenchy my kicks, I'll never kick it wit' 'em
If you forgot the drip, Balenciaga denim
To a hood nigga, True Religion on the denim
And the polyester Versace on the linen
Fucked her rolled off the perkies, kitty, I'ma kill it
Bullets land on your face, it aimin' for a kiss
Diamonds shine like a star, Orion or Achilles
Sagittarius, horoscope on the semi
I pop the phantom, pop out
Everyday I keep my Glock out
I take your bitch to a cock-mouth, wanna see what her slot 'bout
Benjamin Franklin right now, I need Benjamin right now
Ruger nueve, got 'em breathin' heavy
I'm the motherfuckin' boss of the sauce, El Hefe
Pull up to your bitch house, say she gon' be right out
Backwood smoke, no White Owl, White Owl
He ain't got a gun, so he say he tryna fight now
Mama said knock your lights out, lights out
I'm V.I.P. in the club with the ice out
Two-hundred down, three dubs for the bling-blaow
I'm the type of nigga to get a TV show
Just to beat your ass, call me Jerry Springer now
[Chorus] x2 (Juice WRLD)
I'ma pull up in a Bentley, bitch ride me just like a ten speed
Got a .40 with 30s, the auto or semi, extended clip, I got plenty
I count rack after rack, pour the red, I'm a slatt
My gun just like a bitch, it's sittin' on my lap
I'm a rebel, play heavy metal in the trap
Got the red when I pop the phantom in the back (Yeah)