Juice WRLD — Won’t Die

[Intro] Eating confident Bitch  you ain't hotter than me You  a condiment [Verse] Sprinkle the money on that bitch ass like a condiment I done got to the bag and still tryna figure out who your father is I  ain't need my dad I still got cash, yeah for me that's common sense Pulling  up in that Ghost, skrrt, just like The Conjuring Nowadays I get too high, it feels like that I won't die Spread  my wings and I'm gon' fly, fuck nigga it's go time Raw when I hit it, I like my beats raw when I hit it (Uh uh) I hit that bitch raw when I hit it (Uh) I'ma put in her jaw for a minute (Uh) She  got good head told her come Harvard a nigga (Uh) Good top come barber a nigga (Uh) Bomb pussy Pearl Harbor a nigga (Uh) But there ain't no charging a nigga (Uh) I don't pay for the pussy I get it (Uh) Like my dick on ice she slipping (Uh) Ike Turner I beat up the kitten (Uh) Kicked her out and told her "Good riddance" (Uh) She gon' miss me when I'm gone (Uh) I just be Drizzy in bitches (Uh) Nothing Was The Same that ho (Uh) [Chorus] Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh huh) Lean just touched down let's go (Uh huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh huh) Lean just touched down let's go (Uh huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh huh) Lean just touched down let's go (Uh huh) Pull up in a Range that's Rov' (Uh huh) Lean just touched down let's go (Uh huh)