[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yung Exclusive
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)
b*tch I ball, Larry Bird
[Chorus 1: Juice WRLD]
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' sh*t, 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 b*tch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*tch first
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
That b*tch wanna f*ck 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, b*tch you know that you can't touch me
Her contact name is vacuum b*tch, 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 sh*t 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, n*gga 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' sh*t, 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 b*tch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*tch first
[Verse 2: Abs-Brutal]
Aight Look
Flippin’ the script and killin’ this sh*t
We’re made for this, your made for slurpin p*ss
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 sh*t, 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 f*ckin 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’ pus*y 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' sh*t, 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 b*tch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*tch first
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but b*tch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a b*tch first