Shot Em Down lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
DY Krazy
Yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

[Chorus]
Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap)
In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah
Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah)
I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching)
So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah)
I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yеah)

[Verse 1]
Ice on my wrist, like I got a fevеr
f*ck her all night, I need a breather
I don't want drugs, b*tch, I need 'em
Pop me a Perc, I don't even got a reason
Pop me an opp, don't even got a reason
I just hate it when all my opps be breathin'
Smoking Gelato, I'm coughin' and wheezin'
Rollin' up strong, puffin' on seedless
Every season is money season
I'm K Dot with these money trees shadin' me
Hundred dollar bill racks on me
Three million dollars deals, life on fleek
Broke n*ggas can't afford to speak
New watch, ten mortgages
I'ma talk my sh*t, lace up the Gucci shoes, walk my sh*t (Okay)
Remember working for minimum wage, felt like I was in a cage
I done got rich and made a way
sh*t, I done got rich and made a wave
Gotta thank God for the alley-oop
I drove to the hole, he set the play
I dare a n*gga try and take this away
I'ma grab the Smith &, put a hole in his face
Now I got all these n*gga's b*tches tweakin', blowin' my DMs down (Down)
Tellin' me all the freaky sh*t they gon' do when they man not around
Tellin' me that they want me, that they down to hold me down (Down)
But I know for a fact they gon' do the same sh*t to me when a richer n*gga come in they town
[Chorus]
Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap)
In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah
Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah)
I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching)
So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah)
I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Count up a grip, tie up the Ricks
Get shot in the face if you talkin' that sh*t
I'm with all the smoke, turnin' n*ggas to spliffs
Chopper know karate 'cause the b*tch got a kick
In the studio, spittin' STDs, everything a n*gga say super sick
Put a fifty in it, yeah, a titty in it
I be really with it, I done really came from the trenches
You know that my n*ggas gon' win
Yeah, my life is a blessing, all I do is grin
Booling out on a hundred thousand dollar rim
I put the Kevin in Kevin Durant
All these W's, I feel like a champ
That's 'cause I am, yeah, blessed, through the stress
I thank God, without him, wouldn't be here
[Chorus]
Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap)
In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah
Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah)
I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching)
So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah)
I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)