Juice WRLD — Pieces

[Intro] Machete [Chorus] Cut 'em to pieces, huh, huh In pieces Hope this Perc beatin' me Barely breathin' I'm high off the finest lean I feel like I'm a eagle You think you a big shot, huh? I'ma put a bullet hole in your ego God damn, I love my slatts But no, I don't fuck with these people Bitch, I'm a Pit off the leash (Yeah) Got yo' ho gassed up Still fucked her on E (Oh yeah) New Bentley truck, red seats (Oh yeah) Ain't even keep the receipt (Oh yeah) Runnin' the game, no cleats (Yeah) All this green it clicks (Yeah) [Verse] Walk in the room with like a 100 G's (Uh) Fuck nigga say he'd take my watch, nigga please (Uh) Folks on the internet show his Glock, nigga please (Uh) All my guns got a cold, I'm gon' make em' sneeze Uh, she say my wrist is enchanting, uh If you stare too long you'll get brain freeze That pussy so good she can't leave No Limit gang, shout out Maneski And G-Money and Kyro and Bibby and all of my niggas that's gang-gang They'd kill for me, they'd drill for me, and for them I'd do the same thing Oh, yeah, that's real Tryna get rich, you get in the way, you killed Sippin' the lean while I'm grabbin' the wheel Crash the Lambo', I'll still live Turn into Rambo, I'll load up the clip Got VLONE on my tats and VLONE on my fit At my show, bitches got my name written on tits She tell me I'm confusing, I'll run up that bitch (Uh-huh) Codeine sip it out the glass, yeah, I got class, yeah New Draco on me, I'ma blast, yeah, leave you in the past, yeah But I'ma do the dash, yeah, now it's about countin' up the cash, yeah (Huh) Doper than a relapse, relapse, every time I put the Percs down, I relapse, tweakin' [Chorus] Hope this Perc beatin' me Barely breathin' I'm high off the finest lean I feel like I'm a eagle You think you a big shot, huh? I'ma put a bullet hole in your ego God damn, I love my slatts But no, I don't fuck with these people Bitch, I'm a Pit off the leash (Yeah) Got yo' ho gassed up Still fucked her on E (Oh yeah) New Bentley truck, red seats (Oh yeah) Ain't even keep the receipt (Oh yeah) Runnin' the game, no cleats (Yeah) All this green it clicks (Yeah) [Open Verse]