Like sh*t (Pump) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD, David Gilmore & Both]
Don't give in
Without a fight, lil' b*tch, haha
(Joey Rock Marley)

[Verse 1]
b*tch, we ain't official, these hoes superficial
They say, "Put the guns down" When they got a brand-new missile (I got a gun)
AK-47 with extendo', pull up on 'em, roll down the window (For real)
(Interrogate that pus*y, boy, f*ck-n*gga, give me all the info)
Gucci Gang, b*tch, no Pump, my hand on my pump
Ain't no workouts over here, but my gun gon' pump (Pump it, pump it)
Drop out of school, no flunk, meditate up on these b*tches, n*gga, like Monk
It's a walk through the park, but it's not, b*tch, I run
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*tch, I spray (What else?)
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f*ck-n*gga, Ándale

[Bridge]
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*tch, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f*ck-n*gga like, Ándale
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*tch, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f*ck-n*gga, Ándale
It's alright, it's okay, I don't fight, b*tch, I spray
I'm on bullsh*t with all of these f*ck-n*gga like, Ándale

[Verse 2]
It's alright, it's okay, I take shrooms, need an eighth
Feel like God in a white robe, with your b*tch, feeding me grapes
Head so good, had to call a replay, call a Uber up, put her on a e-way
Scratch, scratch, scratch, don't mind me
That's them Perc's, let me itch my face (Perc-30)
Knock 'em down, domino, pull up with a .4-0, Lilo, he get stitched, ayy
Live alone, die alone, VLONE on my fit (Lil' b*tch)
Balenciaga, no Prada, all on my kicks (My kicks)
I'm gon' dog a ho', grab my di*k like I'm Mike, no Vick
Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin, could a young n*gga f*ck my b*tch (Okay)
Feel like Wanda, maybe Cosmo, I could grant a wish (I wish)
Pull up on him, Grand Theft Auto, chopper with that stick (Tut-tut-tut)
That b*tch go click-clack (Tut-tut-tut), put 'em on the floor like, sh*t, ayy