Make It Back (Studio Session) lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
I remember math class, I ain't do sh*t, I was just Xanned out
Now a n*gga got millions, give a f*ck about my teachers now
n*ggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my n*ggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that sh*t back, yeah, uh
I made that sh*t back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, sh*t, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no f*ck 'cause I'm gon' make that sh*t back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that sh*t back, yеah

[Verse 1]
Look at your b*tch and the way that I hit her, I think she in lovе
Talkin' that sh*t, you get thrown like a double or hundred in the strip club
All of my n*ggas gettin' money all day, I told ya, I told ya
You don't want no problems, I'm with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
.150 with me, with me, chopper is with me, with me
Tell 'em come get me, get me
That lil' b*tch need to suck my di*k, won't give her no kissy, kissy
Suck on my di*k so hard I thought she left a hicky, hicky
Woo, she a thotty, that's a icky Vicky
Woo, wishin' for that burner, feel like Tiimmy, Tiimmy
[Chorus]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that sh*t back, yeah, uh
I made that sh*t back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, sh*t, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no f*ck 'cause I'm gon' make that sh*t back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that sh*t back, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, in my bag, in my bag, in my bag, yeah
Always humble, nah, I love to brag, yeah
In my bag, in my bag, in my bag, uh
Steak and shrimp on the plate, can you hear me?
Diamonds so damn f*ckin' loud that you can hear it
Smokin' on that gas, holy spirit
Pull up in that Jag, you gotta be kiddin' me
I pull up in Aventador, Lambo of the century
I only buy foreign cars, I get money a lot, yuh
In my bag, yeah, yeah
That's just what I do
You run up choppa blast, yeah, yeah
It's aimin' at you, I'll leave you in the past, yeah, yeah
That's what I'm gon' do
I'll leave you in the past, yeah, yeah
That's what I'm gon' do, yeah
Money on deck, I ain't worried 'bout that broke sh*t
Disrespectful as hell, with my n*ggas droppin' yo sets, b*tch
Whenever with the gang while these n*ggas try to set trip
Pull up on his ass, gun so big it got me walkin', limp, uh (Wheezy outta here)
Try it if you wanna, you'll get smoked like a blunt of marijuana
Run up on me then it's over, you'll get cranked like you Soulja, uh
Tryna maintain composure, countin' up money I told ya, I told ya, uh
Run up on me, it's over, choppa leave you high, no sober, uh
All I know is get cash, uh, I be countin' up the cash, uh
Lately I been in my bag, yeah
Lately I'm always tryna brag, yeah
Run up on me then it's over, my laser on me I'm not playin' no tag, yeah
I hit yo b*tch from the back, that's a fact, you can ask her 'bout that, yeah
Drivin' foreigns, I told her I'm in love with the feelin', uh
Four four sippin', I told her I'm in love with the feelin'
I pop perks 'till I have blurry vision, I told her I'm in love with the feelin', uh
Foreigns swervin', I told her I'm in love with the feelin', uh
That lil b*tch gon' swallow my children
Run up on 'em my choppa gon' hit 'em
Swear to God I'm [Mumbling]
Jesse White, boy I swear I'mma flip him
All these n*ggas be trippin', they trippin'
I don't got time for n*ggas or b*tches
Run up on me my clip is extended
In the cut I be cuttin' like scissors
Cuttin' off of the perks, lil' n*gga
Everyday I be workin, lil' n*gga
Save a ho with a church, lil' n*gga
I never save a ho, no church lil' n*gga
[Chorus]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that sh*t back, yeah, uh
I made that sh*t back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, sh*t, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no f*ck 'cause I'm gon' make that sh*t back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that sh*t back, yeah