Juice WRLD — Drivin So Fast Remix

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Uh, drivin' too fast (Oh) Looking at him like why the fuck you do that? (Oh) Uzi, what you on, nigga? (Oh, let's go) [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch (Oh, oh, oh) Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll die in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch, oh, yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Huh, I'm in danger Cowboy guns, I'm a Texas ranger (Grrah, grrah, grrah) Chopper from the future like a Power Ranger Codeine sippin', ain't no liquor, I be mixin' flavors Bitch, I'm a rockstar and a killer The demon is in him but I'm praying God to get rid of it Uzi told me that the demon is really my friеnd Make me differеnt, I shouldn't get rid of it But I don't know what I should do about the demon I'm tryna figure out the fuck is the meaning Louis V on me, I shit on the media Lean and drive, disobedient Evil eyes, I feel villainous Niggas lie, Wikipedia Your bitch in bed, sing her lullabies She think that I'm keeping her Nah, she shouldn't think that shit at all She think I love her, they told her, "Wrong" It ain't my fault, leave her heart on the sidewalk [Chorus: Juice WRLD & OG Don] Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch (Oh, oh, oh) Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll die in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch, oh, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2: OG Don] I flooded my wrist with ice She wanna ride on my dick like a bike Shout out to Juice, that's my brother for life I'm smokin' on woods, and you smokin' a pipe I'm fuckin' a model, and you fuckin' a dike That shit nasty, boy you triflin' City to city, I be flyin' I knew that bitch was really lyin' Designer fabrics, I be buyin' The police come, you better hide it No I'm not boxing but I got a title Pray to the Lord, I be readin' the Bible Poppin' these Perkys, bitch I got the itis Gold chain just like Midas Private party, you not invited I love my momma, bought her a diamond Keep my Tech tucked, I don't give a fuck about your vest bro I'm next up Red Coupe that bitch look like ketchup Fuck police I will never ever 'fess up You had somethin' going, but your stupid ass messed up [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll die in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, I feel like I'll fly in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch (Oh, oh, oh) Brand new Maybach, I can't wait to ride in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll die in this shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, it feel like I'll fly in shit (Oh, oh, oh) Drivin' so fast, still getting head from your bitch, oh, yeah