[Intro]
Nah, lean
Good drank, fuck-nigga, uh
PVLACE
999
[Chorus]
Woah, huh, cookin' with the pots all on the stove
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home (Lean, woah)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone (Fuck twelve)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes (Yeah, yeah)
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold (Brrr)
Bought a Moncler for it, I ain't even put it on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home (Chiraq)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
Like, "Can I get some tickets?" Bitch, no (Huh)
"Come and get your dick licked," bitch, no (Bitch)
"Juice WRLD, you trippin'," I know (Yeah)
Where was y'all when I had my back to thе wall? (For real)
I done glowed up, pourin' fours up
In thе 'Rari doin' doughnuts, yeah (Skrrt)
80K a show, 100K, I'll put a verse on there (Cha-ching)
Got my pole tucked, niggas slow up
Keep playin', you gon' die in here (Graah graah)
Amiri low-cut, cost four bucks
Young, rich nigga, I'm fly in here
[Chorus]
Woah, huh, cookin' with the pots all on the stove
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone (Fuck twelve, bitch)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold (Yeah)
Bought a Moncler for it, I ain't even put it on (Ya dig?)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home (Let's go)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone (Let's go)
[Verse 2]
Them the same old thots from my old block (Ya dig?)
Choppa get to singing, shit like O' Block (Graah, graah, graah)
Three hundred in that round (Yeah, yeah), just like O' Block
But I be with No Limit, we got them poles tucked (Bah)
Swervo in a Bentley truck, goin' brazy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Me, I'm in a Lamborghini on the daily (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Hollywood with a bunch of savages from Chi-town (Ya dig?)
Livin' lavish, couldn't do this shit in my town (At all)
Had to take off, had to go with my heart, its a pray or pay off
.40 take your face off, if you get in the way of the dreams I'm chasin'
Before I'm end this song, I'm sayin' RIP to my bro (For real)
Those who had the AR, he used to let that bitch off (Graah, graah, graah)
[Chorus]
Woah, huh, cookin' with the pots all on the stove
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone (Fuck twelve, bitch)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold (Yeah)
Bought a Moncler for it, I ain't even put it on (Ya dig?)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home (Let's go)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone (Let's go)
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