Juice WRLD — Rodents

[Intro] Came in the cut with a— Came in the but with a— You don't wear Versace, you wear— You don't wear Versace, you wear Versus I don't see no competition, no versin' I drop this perc, I'm a different person Let's go (Aw yeah, TyMadeIt) [Chorus] You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus (That shit Versus) I don't see no competition, ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin') Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it (I don't rehearse) Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause I'ma just rebirth it, yеah Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin' (Yеah) Thirty round with the three-round burstin' (Yeah) Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?) I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah (Time for rats) [Verse 1] Look at these racks (Uh-huh), in a Chanel bag (Uh-huh) I got a gun in the bag (Uh-huh), in the Chanel bag (Uh-huh) Five-hundred for a bag, that's a Birkin Two-tone skelly (Uh-huh), that's the salary of a surgeon (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Where he at? Shoot his ass Leave him leakin', yeah, maxi-pad Ayy, pull up on him, let him have it Gra, gra, gra, that's an automatic Three round burst with me, I'ma let him have it I'm ballin' like Dirk Nowitzki on the Mavericks Want smoke? I'ma fuck around, give you cancer I'ma pull up on the scene like a fuckin' Pamper I can turn a nun bitch to a dirty dancer I can turn a dumb bitch to a brain champion I don't ever run, bitch, I ain't scared of nothin', bitch Choppa like Nick Cannon, shoot it like a drum, bitch [Chorus] You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus (That shit Versus) I don't see no competition, ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin') Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it (I don't rehearse) Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause I'ma just rebirth it, yeah (Yeah) Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin' (Yeah) Thirty round with the three-round burstin' (Yeah) Smokin' on dope, it's potent (Potent) I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah (Time for rats) [Verse 2] No time for rats, I don't got time for rats Just time for racks, chopper shake like tourette's Hit you in your face, and your neck, and your chest Now you Michael Jackson, your cardiac arrest I feel like the best, hell yeah, like the best Metta World Peace like Ron Artest Pull up on the scene, I tote my TEC Matter fact, fuck it, that that bitch be jammin' Bad bitch on my dick, best believe that I be crammin' 'Member I was broke, I was credit card scammin' Now I'm Chris Paul with the rock I be handlin' Choppa on my hip, it be talkin', it's ramblin' Flexin' on these niggas like Samson Designer on my body like a mannequin, damn Pussy nigga you not the man, uh Fuck nigga better man up [Chorus] You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus (That shit Versus) I don't see no competition, ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin') Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it (I don't rehearse) Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause I'ma just rebirth it, yeah Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin' (Yeah) Thirty round with the three-round burstin' (Yeah) Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?) I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah (Time for rats)