Juice WRLD — Speed Demon 90210 Version 2

[Chorus] Bitch, we don't need you, but you need us, uh 90210 with my feet up On that dirt bike, I'ma lose control, I'ma speed up, huh Speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah Trapping out the country, need a Visa They got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him Told all my opposition, life's a bitch, she finna leave ya, yeah I'm finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (Uh) [Verse 1] Raf Simons, Rick Owens, my Adidas, yeah Blue money, got that old moldy pita bread Bring your house down like Queen Latifah, yeah She seen my watch, now she wanna come and FIFA, yeah I ain't kickin', bitch, I'm bickin' it I bought an island, I'm feelin' like Gilligan Codeine on me, I can't stop sipping it Dick in her mouth, she can't stop licking it If I see the nigga that slid on my homie I promise to God, I won't stop blicking 'em AP watch, won't stop glistening Bullеt hit your heart, nitroglycerin, uh Nitro on my car, start the racе, I'm gon' finish it Ahead of my time, still in my prime Paved the way for these niggas Already fashionably late, so I won't wait for a nigga We eatin' good, passin' plates, breaking bread with my niggas, uh [Chorus] We don't need you, but you need us, uh 90210 with my feet up On that dirt bike, I'ma lose control, I'ma speed up, huh Speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah Trapping out the country, need a Visa They got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him Told all my opposition, life's a bitch, she finna leave ya, yeah I'm finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (Uh) [Verse 2] If you want it, come and get it I come from the trenches, ayy Niggas thought that I was kiddin' till I upped that Smith & ayy I be beatin' up the kitten when I'm fucking bitches, ayy I may fuck your bitch, dismiss 'em, I don't even miss 'em, ayy Up that .223 it hit 'em, one shot I won't miss 'em, ayy Off the lean when I hit got me reminiscin', ayy I just poured a deuce inside one cup, they say I'm trippin', ayy If I OD off this shit they gon' say I went missin', ayy Label on me say my project poppin' yeah it's Pippen, ayy Run up on me, .40 like you're Pippen, leave me limpin', ayy Bitch I'm Slickback with that slap, you may just catch one if you talkin' shit All my niggas really with that teacher chalkboard chalkin' shit [Chorus] Bitch, we don't need you, but you need us, uh 90210 with my feet up On that dirt bike, I'ma lose control, I'ma speed up, huh Speed demon, toting heat seekers, huh, yeah Trapping out the country, need a Visa They got my brother rotting in the county, need to free him Told all my opposition, life's a bitch, she finna leave ya, yeah I'm finna heat up, huh, watch me heat up, uh (Uh)