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.40 with a .30 that's a... Ha
You dig? Yeah
You dig?
.40 with a .30, that’s a dick, no stock (Pause)
Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off)
Got your bitch doin’ cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through (Hiss)
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive-thru
Your bitch is an Xbox, play her like game room, ayy
I was tweakin' off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy
Now I'm itchin' seein' shadows in my fuckin’ room, ayy (Lucid dreams)
Cute chocolate bitch, that’s a fuckin' Reese’s
Heard her nigga was talkin' shit, pull on him and crease him
Snort the Molly off her tits, energy increasin'
Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat, uh (Smash)
Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season (Ah)
Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no fuckin' reason (Gleam gleam)
Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra grrra grra)
If a nigga try to take my shit, I’ma leave him bleedin'
.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause)
Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off)
Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through (Hiss hiss)
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
Ayy, bad lil' bitch you know I seen her
She seen me sell out arenas
Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas
Take a nigga to the cleaners
Even when I'm dressed like a bum I'm cleaner
All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers
I'm ballin' out while they sittin' on the bleachers
Get rich just to go back and fuck on my teachers
None of them believed in me either
Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin' me
Nigga I don't fuck with y'all people
Old hoes hit me up, sorry
I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either
Yeah, I don't need 'em
Pretty bitch, good facial features
Three blunts to the face then I eat her
Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin'
Gotta put them down I'm tweakin'
Sometimes it feels like I need 'em
Sometimes I feel so defeated
My mind be racing like "Damn, what the fuck is Juice WRLD thinking?"
Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her glasses
.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause)
Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off)
Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru