Juice WRLD — Semi Addict Studio Session

[Intro] Cool Wreaking havoc, seven pistols, automatic, it don't matter (8…) Doesn't matter, it don't matter, druggie addict Hmm, I said [Chorus] Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit [Verse 1] Put thе codeine on the rocks If you rеach for my chain, you get hit with the Glock Working all day, all night, nigga, nonstop Pull up with the fog lights, can't see none I ain't paying for pussy, bitch, is you dumb? But why you here? You should work for us I promise you that you gon' have that Birkin bag in a month I told you niggas I'll be on top You doubted me and I said, "just watch" Now I got clout, I'm on a cloud, smoking on loud, getting the guap And Perky me down, bad bitch wanna twerk on me down Asking me if my girl around, tryna get me ca-a-aught [Chorus] Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit [Verse 2] Uh-huh, brodie got it Brodie up it, get to bussin' If it is a problem, uh No discussion, I get money You do not get nothing, uh Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy I got sick of niggas daily, I need Robitussin, ayy Ain't no fightin' when I'm round here (eeh) Even no Tesla, ayy I be flexin on these niggas I don't even got to move no muscle, ayy I told you that .40 on me so no I ain't come to tussle, ayy I ball out like Lebron James in the fourth quarter I triple double, ayy Talkin' that shit you get hit Choppa make you jump like you double, ayy (uh) Double that (uh) Run up on me then I'm killing 'em (uh) .40 on me I be drillin' 'em (uh) Bitch get the fuck out your feelings You talkin' that shit, but I'm winning, I'm winning I told ya'll lil' niggas I get it, I get it I ball out like Kobe I'm swishin' I don't give a fuck about niggas or bitches (uh, uh) I just be in it, off of the percs I just be killin' off of the percs Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah I'ma give em' the work Don't save hoes I ain't goin to church Run up on me, .40 on me get murked I'm finna turn to a whole different person When I take this Xanax, Perc (Uh) I need the medicine, feel like the doctor Run up on me you get hit with a choppa Niggas be acting I think they need Oscars, yeah All of my niggas is problems Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah [Chorus] Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit [Verse 3] You don't got these on Choppa on me, you know it will sing a song If you wanna then we gotta come on Uh, boollin' at the top, top, top, top Jumpin' to the top like hopscotch, uh I don't fight it all, I tote Glocks I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah) Nigga came up, he done made it and shit Remember skippin' school, gettin' faded and shit Talkin' 'bout one day I'm finna make it and shit Well, I made it, now I'm fuckin' famous and shit High as hell walkin' 'round, bangin' and shit In the studios life changing and shit Everything is changing, rearranging the and, hm Came from nothin', now I'm on top, hm Platinum records already, I just start it Shit be hittin' me so fast, I don't know what happened I can't even tell my friends that I made it rappin' I'm too busy, plus my phone with feds (Yeah, uh) I shot out of nowhere, niggas hatin' but that's okay I expected that my mama told me anyway That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways I told that lil' bitch to ride it, ride it like a sleigh I told her that lil' bitch she stuck with me like a slave I went to go see my brothers grave I remember when we were misbehave, damn [Chorus] Wreaking havoc Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict (Uh) The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit