Doomsday
Juice WRLD
Doomsday lyrics
Intro Cordae Juice WRLD
Uhhuh yeahyeah
Juice is eating a uh ice cream
With uh lots of caramel Bitch
I just had a ice cream sandwich MMs
On a Eminem beat ironically
Yeahyeah three years
Uh uh okay
Verse Cordae Juice WRLD
Im the type to come in the game and just launch pain
With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my moms name
This industry has nothin to offer beyond fame
Time to take these niggas to school LeBron James
Lesson one Im a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
Smash divas stash reefer in the lab freezer
I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
So Im in class smokin gas slappin the class preacher
Bring the house down on you hoes Queen Latifah
Im too fast gettin this cash
Get in the way get your brain bashed
Chopper gon smash hittin your face
Ima tie up just like a shoe my flow laced
Yall niggas so fake wash your face in my showcase
Fresher than Colgate make hoes wait I hold weight
Bottle of Rosé in a Rolls drivin with road rage
For ten days off Xans just tryna get paid
And since the sixth grade I been great no sensei
My rent paid for ten days cause my pens great
I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways
Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
Speakin of foreplay had this shit in the hallway with
A nun on Sunday I guess Im just too blessed Woah ayy
Me and my nigga Juice WRLD takin over the Universe
You knew it first got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
Birkin bag never hurt to ask What type of purse is that
Something thats very fuckin expensive I deserve to brag
I murder tracks this isnt mumble its murder rap
Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
Spend a half a million then go back and make some more cash
The hair trigger Brazilian you would get your whole hood waxed
See what you know about my life and my troubled past
Took the shuttle pass hit the mall I got double cash copped the duffle bag
Ten bands on my fuckin ass thats a subtle brag
High Level we be makin moves hit the huddle fast ah
Break the huddle get a sack thats a fumble on the play
Not in my house he look like Mutombo in the face
Leave him spinnin like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
Like the Wizard of OZ the way we carry him away Uh
Carry him then bury him barbarian
Beef with anybody even if you vegetarian
My flow on ebola your flow just need Claritin
Runnin laps round these chaps its embarrassin