Okay, yeah, yeah
Ghost like Danny Phantom
I’m in that ghost like Danny Phantom
Young rich and handsome
I gotta handgun
Took yo bitch, didn’t ask for ransom
Pull up on me, kill him out the random
Brand new gun, that shit is a scandal, yeah
Hit your soup can Campbell’s, uh
My flow, you can’t handle, uh
My flow, you can’t handle
Treat your brain like eggs and scramble it, uh
I feel like Tim Hardaway in the fourth, the way I handle it, yeah
I feel like Tim Westwood, in the fourth, the way I’m sayin’ shit, uh
The way I talk my shit, uh
I hop up out my seat, uh
And start to walk my shit, uh
I told them watch they feet like footwork
Choppa make a nigga foot work
Hit you in yo’ face, yo’ face hurt nigga
Hit you in yo’ face, yo’ face hurt nigga
Run up on me, you get burnt nigga
Bought my momma a new purse nigga
Burkin, hell yeah I been workin’
Yo’ bitch on my dick, you know that she twerkin’, uh
Turned to a whole different person
I’m off the perkys, this shit be workin’, uh
Sick of my ex, she all on my Instagram, she fuckin’ lurkin’, uh
I don’t got time for it, uh
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford, uh
I’m in the black Porsche, uh
I’m in the four-door, uh
Fuckin’ on four whores, uh, uh
Flip ’em on a mattress, parkour, uh
Ride my dick just like Aladdin carpet, uh
Outer space, I’m up on Saturn, star shit
Switch the flow up
In the ‘Rari I’m doin’ doughnuts
Hold up, where the money at? yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
What’s the hold up?
All the weed, I’ma roll up
All these police patrollin’
I’on really got time for them, got a magnum on me ain’t talkin’ Trojan
Nigga I’m gon’ live in the moment
Bullets come in 3 like Jonas
And my gun sing like Jonas
Count it up, commas, exponents
I don’t really give a fuck, you know it
Bad bitch on my dick, she goin’
Hell yeah, she love the cocaine
Bobby Brown, she get to snowin’ uh-huh, uh-huh
Bitch I’m lit, just like Bic
Even sound cold when I say basic shit
Don’t give no fuck, that’s about shit
Look at me nigga, what do I look like?
Rich, that’s not even my name
They don’t even know my name
It’s just Juice WRLD to the game
Pull up on me okay, choppa take yo’ life like a chain
I feel like I’m Prince sippin’ on this purple rain
And you look like a bitch, ha, throwin’ shade, hahaha
Yeah, I say
I feel like I’m Prince pourin’ up this purple rain
And you look like a bitch over there throwin’ shade
Uh, listen
Don’t give a fuck about niggas or bitches you trippin’
Fuck with yo’ feelings
Every day I count the money, I stack it and flip it
I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I get the winnings, lottery winnings, I get the winnings
I’m finna vibe on a bitch
I’m getting high with yo’ bitch
She gon’ kiss my other friend, she goin’ bi’ for this shit
Fuck her one time, then it’s goodbye, ball prime time on a bitch
Hell yeah, NBA 2K maybe live in the bitch, hell yeah
I’m on Instagram live with yo’ ho, uh
She showin’ me titties, took a screenshot then I gotta go, uh
She came over to my hotel room, and you know I score, uh, uh
Now that lil’ bitch is my whore, uh
I got bro over there in the corner tweakin’ off my shit, uh
Choppa like a plumber, leave you leakin’ when it hit, uh
With the offense but I’m still with defense in this bitch, uh
Stevie Wonder, even he didn’t see this shit, ha, ayy, haa
I’m funny as hell, haha
I just be tryna catch vibes on beats, that shit funny
They be comin’ out cold sometimes, hahaha
I’on even know what writin’ is, I ain’t write in a long time
I done checked my rollie at the fucking wrong time
Niggas say they can ball like this, them niggas offsides
All my niggas wavy as fuck, nigga we get high tide
Lookin’ at me like look at his eyes, that nigga too high
Lookin’ at me like look at his wings, that nigga too fly
That nigga eatin’ so damn good, ain’t talkin’ Five Guys
All these niggas pussy, huh?
They must have 9 lives
All my niggas Mormon, huh, they must have 9 wives
Pull up with that choppa, uh, that bitch take yo’ life
Pull up to your hotel room, then I take yo’ wife
Take her to my hotel room, it’s gon’ be a long night
In that ghost like poltergeist
Triple 9 all on my wrist
I could fuck the pastor’s wife
I don’t have no father bitch, always been a bastard right, always been a bastard right
I’ma rich ass bastard right
You a bitch ass bastard right
Huh
All these niggas have to write
I’on have to write, all these niggas have to write
I’m fresh to death, I got this Louis from the afterlife, uh
Your bitch suck on my dick, she got a lil’ overbite
Take her to the dentist
Prolly get her cleaned up
I bust all up in her system
And if she get pregnant from that, that’s gon’ be part of yo’ children
Huh
I’m investin’
I spent 2 million on buildings, uh
I’m, huh, huh
In her intestines
Feel like the bestest
Bitch my flow deadly, no asbestos, uh
Woof, huh
Teach his ass a lesson, hahaha
Gon’ teach his ass a lesson
I done made like 6 songs in here, I ain’t gon’ reference none of that shit though, right, might as well dance for the rest of it, haha
Yeah, you know what I’m sayin’
One more thing though
Lemme talk my shit
Lemme fuck yo’ bitch
I’ma go get rich on they ass
Run up on me, that choppa hit you and leave your ass prehistoric, the past
All I know is count grips, stack chips, all that nigga I’m in love with the cash
I ain’t talkin’ about Burkin, and Gucci, and Louis, but bitch I’m in my bag
I had to get serious for a fecond hmm
Serious for a second, hmm
Paul Walker in the ‘Rari I feel like Fast & Furious for a second, uh
Slap yo bitch up, that lil’ bitch delirious for a second, uh
Monkey ass nigga, you look like George, too curious for a second, uh
Fuck that bitch when I’m in it
I’on give no fuck about no competition
Pull up on the team, my choppa hit him, he gon’ need a doctor nigga
My gun sing, haha
Gun sing like an opera, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas fake, they deserve an Oscar nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Haa, pipe up, pipe up, bitch, ha-ha-ha