Juice WRLD — Pink Toes feat. Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: Juice WRLD] 10K, I show up with a new phone Yeah [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I spent 20K within a month, then I spent that shit all on blunts Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once Pull up on the scene, I got my gun That heat up on my hip just like the Sun Say it two times, no I'm not the one Say it a few times, no I'm not the one They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun I ain't warning niggas no more, boy it's no mercy Bitches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me Baby is it worth it? [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] Beat it up I'm so Ike when the time's right These ain't Cubans, these zirconias, but it's real ice Pull up on you with that .40, that's a real pipe If I kill you, I'm gon' look you in the face and you gon' die Pull up on em .40 off it I got powers like I'm Austin Bombin' like I'm Boston Flyer than a pilot Run up on me, don't try it That .40 on me is frying [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Yes, I fucked your bitch, I did it in the telly (Yeah) I'ma hit it from the back, it's in her belly (Yeah) Got Marconi on my feet, these niggas steady (Yeah) Swaggin' on these niggas, they embarrassed (Swag) Diamonds on my wrist, I go baguettin' every carat (Yeah) Take a diamond off my wrist, you probably could go and get married And you know that I pull up, I ain't really too scary I done fucked a group of girls, they look just like cherries (Yeah) I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Yeah) I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Yeah) I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Skrrt) Yes, I'm talkin' Richard bracelet on my Achilles You cannot classify this as a anklet Sat it right on a anchor, that shit almost sank ship (Whoa) Dip from my haters, like I'm in the Matrix I hear echoes, my house, man this shit is too spacious (Yeah) [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I spent 20K within a month, then I spent that shit all on blunts Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once Pull up on the scene, I got my gun That heat up on my hip just like the Sun Say it two times, no I'm not the one Say it a few times, no I'm not the one They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun I ain't warning niggas no more, boy it's no mercy Bitches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me Baby is it worth it? [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] I laugh when I go get the money (Ha) Your bankroll got lots of twenties (Ha) I wear oversized drip on a Monday (Yeah) My little ghetto bitch say that I'm bummy (Woah) She used two type V-neck in my Balmain (Balmain) Stuff my pocket, my pants fallin' (Ayy, uh-huh) Every day I'ma keep ballin, this a autobiography, not no small range (Vroom) [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] Yeah, ayy I'ma do the dash, I'ma floor it Push the gas, ballin' on these hoes, they adore it She tryna explore it like Dora I told her no more Sephora Let's go to Gucci, freshen up your aura She suck my dick in the movies, did it again in a jacuzzi You don't like me, then sue me Paul Wall with the lean, watch him scoop me up They comparing me to who? Had to smash her, pass her, natural disaster Momma say I'm crazy, tried to take me to the pastor That shit do not matter, plus my pockets fatter Out of space, I'm off the drugs, feel my face on Saturn You know what it is, tell me what it isn't R. Kelly with the bitch, I'ma get to pissin' Never gave fuck about none of the competition I ain't never lacking, got my hand on her Smith & [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I spent 20K within a month, then I spent that shit all on blunts Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once Pull up on the scene, I got my gun That heat up on my hip just like the Sun Say it two times, no I'm not the one Say it a few times, no I'm not the one They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun I ain't warning niggas no more, boy it's no mercy Bitches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me Baby is it worth it? [Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD] Beat it up I'm so Ike when the time's right These ain't Cubans, these zirconias, but it's real ice Pull up on you with that .40, that's a real pipe If I kill you, I'm gon' look you in the face and you gon' die Pull up on em .40 off it I got powers like I'm Austin Bombin' like I'm Boston Flyer than a pilot Run up on me, don't try it That .40 on me is frying [Outro: Juice WRLD] That little bitch, she throw right Beat up I'm so Ike, on the dirt bike Beat up I'm so Ike, when the time's right