Juice WRLD — High All Week

[Intro] Huh Cardo Got Wings Cardo shit, ya know? Bitch I'm dreamin' 'bout the cake Choppa with a scope, put it to your face All I know is hate I don't wan' hop in the bank Find a bitch I rate Uh [Chorus] I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on irene Double G my feet, I've been high all week Hotbox don't live windows up, ridin' 'round in a Bentley truck Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust Pray to God that all these drugs work And if they don't I'll prolly kill my plug first The pills I take will prolly take you off this Earth Outta space off the Percs with a slur [Verse 1] I weigh the money, no countin' I think I need an accountant I'm rockin' shit that ain't out yet Revenge, revenge I'm movin' slow off the Hi-Tech Breathe out, breathe in Choppa, bullets to your stomach Bleed out, wheezin' [Open Verses]