For The Weekend lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up
Cannon

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, my pockets facetious
Hang with them killers, they'll do it for no reason
Shoot a f*ck n*gga, Gilbert Arenas
I'm at the W, I'm at the Lowe, you at four seasons
Swervo almost crashed the Bentley truck, tweakin'
Me, I just crashed in your b*tch for the weekend
Me, I just crashed in a bad Puerto Rican
Your b*tch only decent
I f*ck her once, won't run it back, that b*tch is not a remix

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I done got rich overnight, I don't know how to act (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I wasn't rappin' then I would be flippin' the packs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last week I spent 10K all in Saks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That's a fact, 'cause I know I'm gon' make that sh*t right back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
AP two-tone Skelly-Skelly
Lamborghini money-money
You ain't got no money, why you frontin' like you doin' somethin'?
I took a p*ss on your brother grave, how come y'all n*ggas ain't doin' nothin'?
If I was you I would kill me, but knowin' me I ain't goin', nah
If I don't got it on me, best believe my brodie got it, he be pistol tottin'
Two Perc 30’s in my system, ain't no ibuprofen
n*gga f*ck your rollie, AP on me
Try to take it, we gon' beat 'em like he stole it
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
My pockets facetious
Hang with them killers, they'll do it for no reason
Shoot a f*ck n*gga, Gilbert Arenas
I'm at the W, I'm at the Lowe, you at four seasons
Swervo almost crashed the Bentley truck, tweakin'
Me, I just crashed in your b*tch for the weekend
Me, I just crashed in a bad Puerto Rican
Your b*tch only decent
I f*ck her once, won't run it back, that b*tch is not a remix

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Did my sh*t in the street already, so I gotta play defense
Say you nervous, for no reason, and the n*gga breathin'
I got shot but I still shot a n*gga, I was gettin' even
He had blood all on my DnG, I gotta tuck my sleeves in
Rush a brick would've sell my back with a pack, that's when I start the treason
You want me to stay and I had enough of you, f*ck it I'm leavin'
I ain't tryna be in the house, b*tch, it's the f*ckin' weekend
Puerto Rican off me, think I'm gon' f*ck over you breathin'
b*tch you can keep on smellin', I be keepin' hella of this weed in
My jeans match the Margielas, I rock Balencia better
G Fazo et cetera
Do no Off-White kicks unless them b*tches match my sweater or somethin'
Rockin' Balenci' briefs, the b*tches grip my Glock like Atticus
I'm one of those bosses, hatin', pus*y, that ain't proper etiquette
Call you pus*y n*ggas Ray J, 'cause your life is edited-ed
On the net think you a gangsta just because you @ 'em and sh*t
In real life, we at 'em and sh*t
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
My pockets facetious
Hang with them killers, they'll do it for no reason
Shoot a f*ck n*gga, Gilbert Arenas
I'm at the W, I'm at the Lowe, you at four seasons
Swervo almost crashed the Bentley truck, tweakin'
Me, I just crashed in your b*tch for the weekend
Me, I just crashed in a bad Puerto Rican
Your b*tch only decent
I f*ck her once, won't run it back, that b*tch is not a remix