Juice WRLD — Homicide

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future] You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave (Wheezy outta here) [Verse] You ain't gotta stay, bitch, you can leave She wasn't tryna ride my dick like a ten speed Yeah, I keep a gun on my hip, don't tempt me You a ho, you a ho, nigga, you got a pimp I'm ballin' out like Derrick Rose, Chicago in this bitch Swerve, I just got a Murciélago, pull up, park it on the curb Sold out shows, flexin' outside my concerts Fans watchin', twelve watchin', money comin', hoes jockin' [Chorus] Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me [Open Verse] [Chorus] Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me Cold outside, I put Gucci on my bomber I don't want you in my life if you ain't a rider Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me Ride for me, die for me, homicide for me