Sting (Mo Bucks)* lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh
Yeah, Alright bet yeah
Uh, he'll die

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Get chopped up, big Glocks tucked
Send sh*t up, give no f*cks (Marz)
Get chopped up, big Glocks tucked
Send sh*t up, give no f*cks

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Run up that's okay, .40 (Uh-uh)
Yeah, smokin' gas pack on the (Uh-uh)
Yeah, if you didn't know I f*cked your mo-om (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Young and ignorant, they never gave a sh*t that's how it is
Your lil' b*tch a babysitter, why? she swallow my kids
My choppa go crazy in the (What?), it got hollow tips
Pull up in that RR truck, Grand Theft Auto sh*t
Don't forget to shift (Huh, huh)
Don't forget to shift
I dropped your ho back off to you, don't forget your b*tch
Also, don't forget that I hit, hell yeah
You know I'm up in that b*tch like hell yeah
She don't rock Adidas but I'll give that ho some shells, yeah
I just be f*ckin' that b*tch like hell yeah
Don't you forget, hell yeah (Uh)
Ridin' 'round listenin' to 'Wop, 'Wop
That lil' b*tch a eater she gon' wop wop
She gon' give me top inside my drop top
Listenin' to 'Wop I call that sh*t Droptopwop (Top)
Huh, I can't stop, AP on my wrist so bright n*gga you can't watch
So shut the f*ck up and watch
Yo' b*tch got her hand on my c*ck

[Chorus: Juice WRLD, Seezyn & Both]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Seezyn]
Snuck the gun in here, don't give no f*cks (Don't give no f*cks)
Shot him in the stomach he need nip tucks (Nip tucks)
Talk they lips up (Yeah they lips up)
While I count big bucks (Count big bucks)
Selling bricks, uh (Bricks, uh)
Outside wear my wrist until it lock up (My wrist until it)
I don't write sh*t down this off the top, uh (Off the top, bruh)
Ran outta codeine gotta call the doctor (Call the doctor)
Do the dash, about two hundred, they can't stop us
Gotta walk up (Uh)
b*tches in my bedroom pull my c*ck out (c*ck out)
She gon' suck my di*k until I fall out (Till I fall out)
Yes, I keep on balling 'til I ball out (Till I ball out)
I need every dollar I won't call out (I won't call out)
Blood money over here, hell they talm' bout? (Hell they talm' bout?)
Glock .40, DJ Unk, make 'em Walk It Out (Make 'em Walk It Out)
Shot him in the playground so we chop it out (So we chopped it out)
Hell they talm' bout? (b*tch)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Run up that's okay, .40 (Uh-uh)
Yeah, smokin' gas pack on the (Uh-uh)
Yeah, if you didn't know I f*cked your mo-om