Intro Cannon Tay Keith fuck these niggas up Refrain Juice WRLD Don t come around here only real niggas allowed We’ll kill you one in the head talkin that shit then we gon gun you down I got a gun with a leg nah just a long ass clip I need some super head yeah from a bad ass bitch Verse 1 Juice WRLD G Herbo And I pop out with two thousand on my hip Hermes buckle and a six hundred dollar Glick And I used to be starvin’ on the strip Now I get twenty cash that s one deposit go to Phipps Remember I used to rock Robin s everywhere Now it s Mike Amiri I got a closet full of pairs Used to live in the hood I thought it was monsters under the stairs Now all the backyards got swimming pools like Wisconsin Dells And my mama crib big as fuck like the mausoleum He disrespect my name fuck it I guess I m gon have to beat him Her pussy smell like water fuck it I guess I m gon have to eat it Lately I’ve been gettin’ buckets I guess that s the Kobe in me Lately I’ve been Uncle Ruckus I don t really fuck with niggas Uh stars in the roof you can look in my car Put the hoes in the back had to pimp my ride Fours to the face I lean and drive Why you over here if you ain t from this side Making money by my lonely That s my one and only Chorus Juice WRLD Don’t make me get the strap out out out Do re mi my gun gon sing like Don t make me pull the strap out I ma leave you dead man down Verse 2 Juice WRLD G Herbo Fore I hopped up on the plane I was smellin like a pound I m still prolly the richest motherfucker in here hands down Yo bitch kept on tryna give me brain I couldn t even get my pants down Got a whole bunch of pills pass em out in that state she was talkin bout mans down Remember lil bro used to blow the trans out my car from France now Two three hundred my jewelry box I blow your Vans now Used to hit a lick for profit put my friends down Forced to sleep I was fightin demons had to put the Xans down I done came up these niggas mad now Now every show I do nigga I sell out But I ma always remain the same nah I can t sell out My brodies will do a hit for me they ll drop your ass and bailout And if they get locked up yeah I m gon make sure that they bail out Uh I ma hold my bros down that just how it go down Bankroll bankroll money don t fold Uh it keep growin it keep growin Balenci bitch I got plenty Gone off the Perky mixed with the Henny Uh I don t really drink no Rémy but I m so high that I m out your vicinity You catch a shot to the head like you Kennedy Clinton Duff money Hillary Ain t enough money you kiddin me I really think all this money is killin me Refrain Juice WRLD Don t come around here only real niggas allowed We ll kill you one in the head talkin that shit then we gon gun you down I got a gun with a leg nah just a long ass clip I need some super head yeah from a bad ass bitch Chorus Juice WRLD Don t make me get the strap out out out Do re mi my gun gon sing like Don t make me pull the strap out I ma leave you dead man down

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