Juice WRLD — A OK On Tour

[Intro] Boy Juice WRLD, we gone I just told Richie we rich [Chorus] Bitch, I'm on tour On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door .40 flip him, parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay [Verse 1] Married to this money, matrimony, holy Got the Gucci glasses for a reason, help me see the phony Perkies numb the pain, sometimes, only sometimes My baby numb the pain, long nights, wasn't alright Day after day, no peace, I'm drug pursuing Mom and dad, look at all the fucking drugs I'm doing I'm taking handout like you dad, you dad But ain't gon' end up like you dad, no bad dad Ma, I know I made you too mad I ain't bring home A's from my math class Every other day of school I would skip that Makes me wonder how I was even a high school grad, grad [Chorus] Bitch, I'm on tour On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door .40 flip him, parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay [Verse 2] I'm on the road, a hundred and thirty a show, boy Lookin' at that new Range Rove', I could really pay for it I don't got to slay for her Steal her heart, work a nigga like a slave, boy Got a two-litre, tune you up, pep, boy I'm a sick dog when I flex on them steroids, them boys Who the fuck is them boys? Oh, you fuck with them boys? Killed a few of them boys, and we down to kill they friends, boy Percocet's my friend, boy, popped a few of them, overdoin' them I called his bitch a loser, asked her why she even bool with him See, I would ruin him, .40 get to fuckin' and screwing him Start doing him, make shark bait food of him [Chorus] Bitch, I'm on tour On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door .40 flip him, parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay