Juice WRLD — Fire in the booth pt 1

Hit-Boy (Uh) "Oh, it's a Hit-Boy joint, huh?" G. Ry got me "Yeah, okay, huh, okay, uh, okay, uh, okay, hm." Onyx, ooh [Verse: Juice WRLD] Baby, I'm stuck in my ways It's been a couple of days I could fuck you for days Guess I'm stuck in my ways Yes, I'm young and I'm paid So they hearts getting slayed I'm a rebel, I'm a rockstar, take it to the grave, uh Molly at the rave, yes I misbehave, uh huh Molly at the rave, yes I misbehave, uh huh I'm gon' do the dash on my dirt bike, fuck a Wraith Everybody the same color to me, I'm screaming "Fuck a race!" Anybody want a problem with me, they gon' get erased My pencil, ayy I got the life pencil, erase yo ass away Listen to the way I spit on it, huh Look at this beat, I'ma get on it, huh No hip-hop but I'ma spit on it, huh Your girl said she gon' spit on it, huh That nigga don't got shit on me, huh That nigga fake, that nigga hate Bitch, I am Givenchy, he Abercrombie, it's a difference that I make All the money that I make is mine, just won't a nigga ever take I don't really never take my time, especially when I be spitting lines This is off the dome when I hit it Freestyle, I ain't rippin' the written Beat the pussy, I don't fuck with the kitten In the cut probably holdin' a Smith & That's Cupid, tryna make me shuffle like Cupid No Nike, but I just do it Juice WRLD, Triple 9, that's a movement Yeah, molly at the rave, I misbehave Hm, molly at the rave, I'm gon' misbehave Freestyle a song on the radio, damn near everyday Ayy, molly at the rave, I'm gon' misbehave See, it's me and Charlie, we in the party I'm feeling gnarly, I'm off a percy, mixed with the molly If she want a train, I'll call a trolly I get it popping I'm Tony Hawk and I feel like a ollie But I'm on a beat like a damn Kamikaze I'm a rockstar, Black Sabbath, no Ozzy Pull up in a Mazi, nigga can't stop me Knock 'em out like Rocky I'm young and rich and humble dream when I ain't too cocky But shit, muck around with my hand on my cock Gun to the opps, run up get popped I'm at the Gucci shop, buy what I want, yeah Cause I deserve it, my flow is perfect (Perfect) There's snakes in the grass, with my John Deer help me see the serpents God gave me the sermon, he told me I earned it I'm looking at the bridges that I'm tryna rebuild Should've never burned 'em That's life, it's trial and error, niggas is full of mistakes I'm eating so good that I had to put VVS's on my plate I'm working out my problems, my demons ain't in good shape But I'm in better shape Boxing the devil, like damn he didn't know I was a heavyweight (He's heating up) But still misbehave Molly at the rave, still misbehave Chains 'round my neck, I told you, I ain't finna be no slave Put that on my grave Molly at the rave, I misbehave