Shotta Flow Juice WRLD (Leaked Extended Feature) lyrics

[Feature: Juice WRLD]
Hold on
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I f*cked that b*tch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I f*cked that b*tch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger, uh, yeah
Imma go get 'em, she on my di*k hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her "go figure"
She suck through the Tommy's, I’m talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That b*tch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to 2 cause I am not the 1, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other n*ggas they gone
R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That’s just how it is
I’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that sh*t
I hit yo b*tch just like a lick
I’m with the sh*ts, I pass the 'Roc
Ain’t no assist, b*tch on my c*ck
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin’ it Pac, yuh
I’m in the cut with the nina
I’m wettin’ it up like this sh*t Aquafina
You run up on me then I’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis balls
n*gga ain’t talkin’ Serena
All of my n*ggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo b*tch, f*ck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I’m killin’
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don’t want no smoke
All of these n*ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
Run up on me like a like a, whoo, Facebook post, lil n*gga, you poked, uh
I'm a rich n*gga you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a hoe, yuh
Run up on me, let's go, bop, bop, bop
Choppa on go, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, whoo
Breath in and out, uh
I had to catch my breath, yuh
Now imma spazz on they ass
I'll leave 'em leaking on maxi pad
Hotter than a n*gga in New York with bag full of clothes, tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a n*gga that chopper blast
Told you I could not do battle rap
f*ck ass n*gga try to battle that
Shaquille O'Neal rim rattle that
n*ggas they snitch, they tattle that, uh
Send that sh*t back, uh, damn
You must be dope, b*tch I'm crack, yeah, uh, damn
A couple of grams to be exact, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
sh*t, I'm young, rich and black, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
So you know they hating that
I'm finna spazz on they ass if you know it
You run up on me then I'm shooting it's over
I got wear words, they call me a poet, damn
Run up on me then I'm soaking that .40 on me and you know that it's blowing
You know that I'm toting
Your b*tch is a hoe and you know that she going, uh
I met that b*tch on a low and I picked her up in a hot ride, we smoking, uh
Hotbox in the new whip, with a new b*tch
I don't even know her name, yeah
Run up on me that's ok, gotta AK on me it's at your brain, yeah
I put my di*k in yo' main, yeah
I just may go snatch yo' chain, yeah
Bring it back, mhm
I sell that sh*t to the gang, mhm
I sell that sh*t to the gang, uh
Run up, I may snatch yo' chain, uh
I sell that sh*t to the gang
Can't you n*ggas see the difference
Every day I'm on the different sh*t
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
f*ck n*ggas can't get with it
Transform like I'm Witwicky
In the new car, boy I'm quick with it
With a white b*tch and she still sniffing
From the sh*t, I bought her last night
Jetlagged from the last flight
Scuffed up the pair of black Mike's
That I bought when I was up at L.A., huh
Switch it up calm like a sex change, uh
.40 on my hip like a gun range, uh
Pull up a n*gga like ok, huh
Man down b*tch no mayday, uh
Westwood, I think I could rap forever
I think I could rap forever
No matter where I'm at, no matter the continent
I could probably rap wherever, uh
I could spit whatever, uh
(?) take a b*tch, whatever, uh
They setting plays for the kid, uh
They set the pick whenever
Imma go in one more time
I dropped the b*tch like a dime, mhm
She fall in love with the words, uh
Then she fall in love with the lines, uh
It is a difference, It is a diff-, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, f*ck it
I'm just tryna catch a vibe
Wheezy outta here