Takeover lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & unknown]
I ain't with all of that
My, my focus is if y'all wanna box, we can box
Then I'ma hug you, n*gga
And I'ma go on about my business, period
We ain't got to add no cameras, no nothin'
So you can feel comfortable, period, n*gga
I ain't with none of that sh*t, bro
Y'all n*ggas stop playin' with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain't with all that
I'm on 30 right now, bro
I'm on f*ckin' 30, bro
I'm on 30, now give me some f*ckin' lemonade, fo' sure
I'm on 30, n*gga
f*ck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (9-9-9)
f*cked up this time, didn't it? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, f*cked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
b*tch, b*tch, ayy

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Hopped up out the jet, with a b*tch from Tijuana (b*tch)
Smellin' like some pounds in that stank, Marijuana (Gas)
That b*tch gon' do coke for me (Ayy), she gon' hide my dope for me (Yeah)
Flex up on my ex, I'm off the pills, she calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I'm in the back of your house gettin' top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, b*tch)
Walkin' in slow motion everywhere that I go, 'cause it's a four in a Fanta, yeah (b*tch)
AP skeleton on the way, two-tone, wrist dancin', yeah (Watch, b*tch)
f*ck her then I take her out to Micky D's, no time for romantic, yeah (Lil' b*tch)
Young, rich n*gga, my money be stackin', .40 on my hip, no lackin' (Huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
f*ck-n*gga, knuck if you buck, you ain't 'bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari, I put it in gear, and it crawl like tarantula (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I f*ck yo' b*tch while I howl at the moon, she tell me I act like an animal, yeah (Woo)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah, I take)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take— (Uh)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Yeah, what? I take)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (b*tch, no breaks)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD]
More on my mind than a little
Draked up on drank, break her back if she brittle (Woo)
I speak in code, make you break down a riddle
Copped a big house with a gate where it's subtle (Yeah)
I look at my gang, the same gang since the middle
School of hard knocks, used to roll up with Nickle
Used to get dubbed the boy back for that pus*y
She sucked on my pickle, I nut on her nipple (b*tch)
Don't give a f*ck, no, not even a little
My lil' bro a psycho, his body cell sickle
I'm hearin' the hate, that sh*t makin' me tickle
I can't have him 'round if he fickle (Ah)
I prefer Monica every time
I need the dollars for every line (Whoo)
Country boy sippin' on cherry wine (Yeah)
Just woke up, I had to decline (b*tch)
Rollin' around in that foreign, it's all mine (Skrt)
Can't take a break, I don't got the time (Ah)
Watch on my wrist 'cause it's seven-nine (Whoo)
Not 7.9, make it seventy (Yeah)
f*ckin' your b*tch from the back, that sh*t heavenly
How you wear diamonds but work at the Dollar Tree?
Honestly, just don't never got enemy
Keep an AR, red beam for enemy, Lil Boat (f*ck, ooh)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take— (Ayy)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh-huh, uh-huh (b*tch, no breaks)
Ayy