Rarris & Rovers lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
(Wheezy outta here)
What, you know you know (uh)
Boy (uh, huh)
[unintelligible]

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
f*ck her then I let her go
Don't nobody gotta know
Hit me on my celly phone
Tell'em that you coming over i may have to slump you over
I got that terminology from Sosa
‘Rarris Rovers ‘Rarris ‘Rarris Rovers

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Party's over, party's never over
Never sober, b*tch I'm never sober
If you ain't f*cking then you can't come over
That's the truth
Don't tell them that you're smart they'll come after you (ooh)
That's the truth
I can't sell my soul im illuminati proof (nah)
I sold my [unintelligible] for a couple of millys
Run up on me them its bussin my n*ggas be with me (yeah)
Aim at your head like concussion im serving sh*t like a butler
Your b*tch with me she a sucker, I’m a rich motherf*cker
Pressed still selling them packs choppas on your ass
Leave you in the past
She wanna f*ck on the back of the Bently
Sprite dirty fit clean
That's sauce on me sounds about right to me
Money nice, b*tch mean
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
f*ck her then I let her go
Don't nobody gotta know
Hit me on my celly phone
Tell'em that you coming over i may have to slump you over
I got that terminology from Sosa
‘Rarris Rovers ‘Rarris ‘Rarris Rovers