Juice WRLD — Challenger Iron on Me

[Intro] Don't fuck with me CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY Bitch, I'm smoking cookie crisp (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) Stupid bitch Smoking cookie crisp (Bitch) Stupid bitch (Uh) I feel like a chemist with all this weed (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building) I just got the mix and shit [Chorus] I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger Darin' a nigga to challenge us (Uh-huh) I'm shooting too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh) Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (Uh-huh) It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm getting this dressing I'm getting the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh) I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her (Pull up) Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager I be risking it all every day, I'm a gambler Percs, no Addеrall, I don't know how I manage it Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collеcted 'em, huh Then it's back to the hustle with my savages I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Ooh) [Verse 1] Click-clack, fuck nigga get back If I see the opps on the corner, then get back Them niggas finna get blicked at, ayy Put the chrome to your dome, then I'm pushing your shit back Split a nigga head like a Kit Kat, ayy She ask where my dick at, she wanna lick that Fuck her face, kick her out, not with the chit-chat I put a bunch of holes in the back of your cap Now your cap look like a snapback, ayy .223's bullet holes through your cap I'm shootin' accurate, I feel like Ray Allen or somethin' It isn't a challenge or somethin', they really ain't challengin' us They don't got no balance or nun' I'm juggling money, keep Benjamin comin' Don't walk it, I run it, I listen to Cudi I'm fuckin' your bitch and she givin' me cuddy I fuck on her buddy, then bust on her buddy I bust on them both, that's a new Nutty Buddy [Chorus] I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger Darin' a nigga to challenge us (Uh-huh) I'm shooting too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh) Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (Uh-huh) It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm getting this dressing And I'm getting the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh) I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her (Pull up) Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager I be risking it all every day, I'm a gambler Percs, no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collected 'em Then it's back to the hustle with my savages I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal [Verse 2] Skrrt-skrrt, bitch, vroom Five bad bitches in the room When I die, put me in a tomb, so I can get up and move Nigga, that's what zombies do, oh, yeah I'm in the sky like Orion She riding me in the back of the new coupe, oh, yeah She tell me she love me, she lyin' These bitches do what these bitches do, oh, oh, yeah They don't know I keep an iron Make a wrong move, then I'm gon' shoot, oh, yeah All my hoes come in two’s I'ma shoot your boyfriend, then cum on you Police come, I put the gun on you New Rover, shoot out the black sunroof Red Dolce Gabbana, I feel like I'm Piru Bae, I just wanna fuck, yeah, I really never liked you I'ma pull up on the opps playin' all the new shit This shit, they gon' commit suicide to, I'm through, L-O-L I be chokin' the opps (Chokin' the opps) Until I pull up to they spot with a yop' Choppa bang like Young Chop, uh Pullin' up to the 'Rari car lot Just to cop a new drop-top Pullin' up to the plug with a choppa It's just in case y'all want drama [Chorus] I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger (Yeah) Darin' a nigga to challenge us (Uh-huh, yeah) I'm shooting too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh, oh, yeah) Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (Uh, uh, grrt, uh-huh, oh, yeah) It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm getting this dressing (Uh, baow) And I'm getting the bread, I'ma count it up (Let's go) I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her (Pull up) Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager (Shoo) I be risking it all every day, I'm a gambler Percs, no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it (Uh-huh) Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collected 'em, huh (Uh-huh) Then it's back to the hustle with my savages (Uh-huh) I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Uh-huh, yeah) [Outro] Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh DJ Victoriouz with me in the building I'm from the jungle, I feel like an animal CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY Bitch