Juice WRLD — Suicidal Thoughts

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Had to get this shit now 'Cause there ain't no waiting Had to get this shit now [Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] Sever the mind Wonder what you'll find within the souls divine Put 'em on ice Watch the nigga slip, think he will not suffice Make 'em idle, all to be infamous Time becomes a fucking rival Basically battled the devil within himself He faced the fucking tidal wave Hands moving all in my fucking face, I hate this place Goddamn, disgusted by my face I feel like a waste of damn skin because thе tint that's on my face [Chorus] Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Tеardrop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Had to get this shit now, 'cause there ain't no waiting Had to fuck the bank twice, ain't no masturbating I've been ballin' super hard, I feel like Jeremy Lin Fuck that bitch, then I let her go, I know she waiting Fuck that bitch, then I give her back, her boyfriend hatin' Slow my life down with them Xannies, bitch, I'm in The Matrix Rollin' up a blunt up, this OG gas and I'ma face it Yeah, ayy [Chorus] Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] I don't fear no one, paranoid, going in my gut (Ayy) To be honest, I feel like the one I feel like the one, like the chosen one You the silver one, I'm the golden one This my own style, yeah, I be stealin' up I love smoking gas, she be feelin' me up When I fall on the ground, drugs be picking me up Molly, holy ghost, gimme a holy ghost I fuck another ho, I fuck a couple of hoes Cocaine overdose, she had a bunch of those She had a bunch of those, she had a runny nose, woah Play rough, ain't try throw no balls Ain't try make no friends, ain't try make no foes No need new friends like Drake Say you got beef, got steak, she says I'm not her type Wasn't trying to fuck, no way, hey [Chorus] Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram [Outro] Keep it 'sup, yeah uh You can't keep up with us I remember they was dissin' us The same hoes down to fuck (Yeah) I don't like parties but I still go Balenciaga runners look like steel toes (Ho-ho-oh) [?] Hate on me Bitch, I'm out of yo' reach Out of yo' reach Money on me .40 on me [?] on me Uh, woah-oh Woah-oh oh