Intro Juice WRLD Future Uh uh You aint gotta stay bitch you can leave Wheezy outta here Verse You aint gotta stay bitch you can leave She wasnt tryna ride my dick like a ten speed Yeah I keep a gun on my hip dont tempt me You a ho you a ho nigga you got a pimp Im ballin out like Derrick Rose Chicago in this bitch Swerve I just got a Murciélago pull up park it on the curb Sold out shows flexin outside my concerts Fans watchin twelve watchin money comin hoes jockin Chorus Cold outside I put Gucci on my bomber I dont want you in my life if you aint a rider Ride for me die for me homicide for me Ride for me die for me homicide for me Cold outside I put Gucci on my bomber I dont want you in my life if you aint a rider Ride for me die for me homicide for me Ride for me die for me homicide for me Open Verse Chorus Cold outside I put Gucci on my bomber I dont want you in my life if you aint a rider Ride for me die for me homicide for me Ride for me die for me homicide for me Cold outside I put Gucci on my bomber I dont want you in my life if you aint a rider Ride for me die for me homicide for me Ride for me die for me homicide for me

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