Juice WRLD — Make it sell & All verses

[Intro] I can make it sell, no Don't take no, no [Chorus] Take no chance, I won't take no chance You can't have this dance I am no longer your man You were never my friend You won't hear from me again Won't be a dummy again Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times [Verse 1] Rain, rain, go away Save it all for another day It feels like it was just the other day I was walkin' 'round with a sad face But hold on, love goes on I found a new one, proved you wrong So if you're wonderin', I'm straight Lookin' at your feelings in my ashtray You wonder what I'm on But I could give two fucks what you on It's been a nice life since you've been gone Let it stay that way [Chorus] Take no chance, I won't take no chance You can't have this dance I am no longer your man You were never my friend You won't hear from me again Won't be a dummy again Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times [Verse 2] I get so high, I don't ever see low Ballin' in the paint, finna hit a elbow Yeah, I get the green, I ain't talkin' CeeLo Yeah, I play piano, and I got the C-notes (I can make it sell) Pull up on his ass, choppa make him hit low Hit low, low like a limbo, let's go Run up on me I blow, .40 Make a nigga call the Five-oh I can make it sell (I can make it sell) Ballin' on these niggas, boy, I'm 'bout to shoot a free throw Headshots, leg shots like I'm D. Rose Steal a bike, GTA, feel like Deebo [Chorus] Take no chance, I won't take no chance You can't have this dance I am no longer your man You were never my friend You won't hear from me again Won't be a dummy again Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times [Verse 3] I can never lose, that's just what I do Me and my crew just walked in the room A-Acid and shrooms, I'm fly like a broom Run up get hit, boy you dirty like broom (I can make it sell) Gucci on my shirt, Goyard on my belt Feel like I'm a wrestler, I'm flexin' with my belt I-I-I make all this money, and I make it by myself And you know I got that fire, I can send you straight to hell (I can make it sell) Yeah, I got them bales (Yeah, you know I got them bales) I remember trappin', movin' bales (I can make it sell) UPS, I got that work, it's through the mail [Chorus] Take no chance, I won't take no chance You can't have this dance I am no longer your man You were never my friend You won't hear from me again Won't be a dummy again Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times