Intro Juice WRLD Playboi Carti Gunna Ohohoh woah Tsk this crazy ass this brazy ass Boy Slatt I just told Richie we rich PreChorus Every day I get my bag Yeah Birkin bag filled with the racks Yeah Gucci all over the rags Yeah Even though I know Gucci racist Oh yeah Got triple nine on the tats Oh yeah Got blue faces all on the racks Oh yeah Got a Glock nine as a strap Oh yeah Catch 22 shots in your back Oh yeah Chorus No Limit on the map Oh yeah No Limit my cardiac Oh yeah KelTec get it hit your chest Oh yeah And give yo ass a heart attack Oh yeah No Limit on the map Oh yeah No Limit my cardiac Oh yeah KelTec get it hit your chest Oh yeah And give yo ass a heart attack Oh yeah Verse No Limit on the map Oh yeah KelTec get it hit your chest Oh yeah Ive been going plat on plat Oh yeah That mean theres no looking back yeah Haters gon be mad yeah And exes gon be sad Oh yeah In a club with a hand full of racks Shotgun full of slugs Ima ricky his ass Ima ricky his ass Like Ricky Uh his bitch Icky Vicky Uh My bitch freaky freaky Uhhuh Pussy wet and drippy Uhhuh If Im fuckin a thot I fuck her with my blicky Uhhuh Cause if she try to set me up Ima fuck her with the semi Oh yeah Bridge Driving the foreign I got road rage Thinkin back and reminiscin the old days Driving the foreign with road rage Uh Missin the old days I miss my old ways PreChorus Every day I get my bag Yeah Birkin bag filled with the racks Yeah Gucci all over the rags Yeah Even though I know Gucci racist Oh yeah Got triple nine on the tats Oh yeah Got blue faces all on the racks Oh yeah Got a Glock nine as a strap Oh yeah Catch 22 shots in your back Oh yeah Chorus No Limit on the map Oh yeah No Limit my cardiac Oh yeah KelTec get it hit your chest Oh yeah And give yo ass a heart attack Oh yeah No Limit on the map Oh yeah No Limit my cardiac Oh yeah KelTec get it hit your chest Oh yeah And give yo ass a heart attack Oh yeah

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