Juice WRLD — Scarface London

[Intro] 808 Mafia ATL Jacob [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I'm in London with my slatts I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs I was down bad on my ass, nigga, that's a fact Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap Fuck nigga, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks Life's a race, we first place, all them opps, we overlapped [Verse 1: Gunna] I OD 'fore I relapse International Gunna, I been all across the map She love my persona, ain't no cap in none of my raps I'm in London, and these bitches lookin' at me like I'm the snack Slatt, slatt, all I yell is slatt We smokin' all these cookies, go order another batch Thеse lil' pussies some rookiеs, ain't nobody can match Don't throw no money in Tootsie's, I don't know how to act We wantin' a rematch, my slime ain't givin' it back You play, we gonna attack, it's best for you to relax If Thugger give me the word, man, I swear you gonna get wacked I'm shootin' like Julius Erving, you know your shit get splat Splat, splat, know your shit get splat Free my brother in prison, I just bought him another Jag' We argue twenty-four hours, ain't no need for you to be mad It's rainin' bullets like shower, ain't no goin' outside [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I'm in London with my slatts I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs I was down bad on my ass, nigga, that's a fact Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap Fuck nigga, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks Life's a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Yeah, cash never runnin' out, time to bring the tommies out Pills make my tummy shout, used to sell them by the playground I ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around .50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows, jump in the crowd Love my girl, she hold me down, I love my forty, it be holdin' me down Percocet, it controllin' me now, I take a couple of thirties, then wild Do it 'cause my dad was wild, far from a pastor child Rockin' the Owens, yeah, that was Rick, you see all this shit I did Not just 'cause I imagined it, actually worked for it Now I'm up in London, yeah, chillin' on the Forbes Pills in my stomach, yeah Ain't no lil' boy, I ain't scared of nothin' So, I'm at your head like concussion Me and Gunna finna wet up the function Smoke a nigga like a pack of Runtz Percocets got me like a zombie, I need a Pack-a-Punch Uh, watch me roadrun, leavin' these niggas in the dust [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I'm in London with my slatts I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs I was down bad on my ass, nigga, that's a fact Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap Fuck nigga, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks Life's a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped