Boondocks lyrics
by Juice WRLD
[Intro]
Bad kid, Boondocks (kill me why don´t ya?)
Uh Uh Uh Uh
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Smoking on rip, yeah
Hit Rick Owens, spent 5K on the fit
Oh yeah, I went from broke to rich
Still won't spend ten cents on a b*tch
I told your girl to suck my di*k
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, she did
Just got a .40 with a stick
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I did
[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Uh, came a long way from the trap house
b*tch, I'm in my bag now
I was broke, ass out
Robbin' n*ggas, the mask out
I ball out, need a mascot
Twenty-eight bands for her ass shots
In the back of the house with the baking soda out
Tryna keep the streets hot
Play your b*tch, boombox
Bad kid, Boondocks
Crack in, tube socks
Packs in, move 'em
You are not a shooter, maybe on computers
Your n*gga a loser, I'm Ferris Bueller