Don’t Go (No Fears Session Edit) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah), Oh (Yeah, yeah, ahhhhh, yeah)
Choppa sing just like Britney Spears (Choppa sing just like Britney)
n*gga, why the f*ck is you still in here? (Why the f*ck these n*ggas still in here?)
f*ck out my section, you ain't here (f*ck out my section)
Uh, Uh, uh (Got Smith & Wesson)

[Chorus]
Gun gon' sing, I call it Britney Spears (Gun gon' sing I call it Britney)
n*gga, why the f*ck are you still in here? (Why the f*ck are you still in here?)
Try to run away, catch a shot to the rear (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Live life with no fears (uh huh)
Hard body all thesе other n*ggas queers (uh huh)
Haven't popped a xannеx bar in years (uh huh)
Off these percocets, I get so high it lasts for years (uh huh)
b*tch bad, money long, grippin' on sryrofoam
I was right all along
Life ain't nothing but a test

[Verse 1]
Aye, I've been livin' my best life on the worst days
I've been prayin' to God get rid of the cursed days
Uh, shine like shoes on the church days
Ball like Tyler Ulis, yeah you heard me (Heard me)
Uh, open up your mouth, b*tch you're thirsty (You're thirsty)
Throw it on the ground baby, twerk it (Twerk it)
Hunnid bands in my pockets baby, work it (Work it)
It's so worth it, yeah, it's so worth it
After I f*ck you gotta leave, lil b*tch you worthless
After I f*ck you gotta leave, lil b*tch you worthless
The show's over, yeah it's time to close the curtains
Off of the percs, Imma blow that choppa like Curtis
[Chorus]
Gun gon' sing, I call it Britney Spears (Gun gon' sing I call it Britney)
n*gga, why the f*ck are you still in here? (Why the f*ck are you still in here?)
Try to run away, catch a shot to the rear (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Live life with no fears (uh huh)
Hard body all these other n*ggas queers (uh huh)
Haven't popped a xannex bar in years (uh huh)
Off these percocets, I get so high it lasts for years (uh huh)
b*tch bad, money long, grippin' on sryrofoam
I was right all along
Life ain't nothing but a test

[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm hot, (huh)
Fresh out the furnace (fresh out the furnace)
Timmy turner, wishing for a burner (wishing for a burner)
I got designer on me like Im pulling up in the black [?]
I got codeine in my fanta
Three hoes in my lap no Santa
I go harder, die for this sh*t like a martyr
Pull up in a Dodge, no Charger
All of my n*ggas they barging
Come through lookin' like a Squadron
n*gga, I'm their sergeant
n*gga, I'm a God, bow down, b*tch be modest
Yeah, I'm on top, gettin' top from a b*tch, that's yo' b*tch?
My fault, yeah
Talkin' that sh*t, that Choppa leave you on the sidewalk, uh
I don’t really talk sh*t that much, I let my gun talk
I sit down then I aim, let my gun walk (Let my gun walk)
[Chorus]
Gun gon' sing, I call it Britney Spears (Gun gon' sing I call it Britney)
n*gga, why the f*ck are you still in here? (Why the f*ck are you still in here?)
Try to run away, catch a shot to the rear (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Live life with no fears (uh huh)
Hard body all these other n*ggas queers (uh huh)
Haven't popped a xannex bar in years (uh huh)
Off these percocets, I get so high it lasts for years (uh huh)
b*tch bad, money long, grippin' on styrofoam
I was right all along
Life ain't nothing but a test

[Verse 3]
Run up on me you get popped like a roofie
Bad b*tch in the back of— (Uh)
Got her hands all down my Ksubi's
Got her hands all down my Gucci's
Got her hands all down my Louis'
If you don't like me, you can sue me
If you wanna f*ck me, b*tch, screw me
Only got time for the coochie
I don't f*ck with that b*tch, she got cooties
Actin' like you ain't ever knew me
Actin' like you ain't ever do me
The Press all on my ass, TMZ all on my phone
Tellin' me I did this and did that, never leave me the f*ck alone
I been getting richer than a b*tch
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a white b*tch
n*ggas snortin' up the white b*tch
Never really f*cked with white sh*t
Say a n*gga, wanna fight?
Machete on me, I'ma slash him into portions
I'ma pull up in a Porsche with a b*tch
.45 on me, torch it (Uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Gun gon' sing, I call it Britney Spears (Gun gon' sing I call it Britney)
n*gga, why the f*ck are you still in here? (Why the f*ck are you still in here?)
Try to run away, catch a shot to the rear (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Live life with no fears (uh huh)
Hard body all these other n*ggas queers (uh huh)
Haven't popped a xannex bar in years (uh huh)
Off these percocets, I get so high it lasts for years (uh huh)
b*tch bad, money long, grippin' on styrofoam
I was right all along
Life ain't nothing but a test

[Verse 4]
Told me she wanna get high, b*tch that's not my problem
I know I get too high, I know I got some problems
I started from the bottom
Keep that sh*t away from me
Bad b*tch doing Cocaine on the tour bus, catchin' a nosebleed
Bad b*tch, you can stay for me
Bad b*tch, will you stay for me?
Told my girl, "Pray for me"
I go through too much, I don't really give no f*cks
I got my stick tucked, I hit a n*gga in the lip
Slide back just to shoot his b*tch
It ain't my problem, it ain't my problem, that I got problems
It ain't my problem that I got problems, not my problem
It ain't my problem that I got problems, not my problem
It's not my problem (Uh, Uh, it's not my problem)

[Chorus]
Gun gon' sing, I call it Britney Spears (yeah)
n*gga, why the f*ck are you still in here? (Why the f*ck are you still in here?)
Try to run away, catch a shot to the rear (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Live life with no fears (uh huh)
Hard body all these other n*ggas queers (uh huh)
Haven't popped a xannex bar in years (uh huh)
Off these percocets, I get so high it lasts for years (uh huh)
b*tch bad, money long, grippin' on sryrofoam
I was right all along
Life ain't nothing but a test

[Outro]
Yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah), Ohhhhhhhh (Yeah, yeah, ahhhhh, yeah)
Choppa sing just like Britney Spears (Choppa sing just like Britney)
Why the f*ck is you still in here? (Why the f*ck these n*ggas still in here?)
f*ck out my section, you ain't here (f*ck out my section)
Uh, Uh, uh (Got Smith & Wesson)