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Intro 40 with a 30 thats a— Ha ya dig Yeah Ya dig   Chorus 40 with a 30 that’s a dick no stock pause Pause Talkin all that shitll get your ass popped off Got your bitch doin’ cocaine till she lockjaw Only did it once dont know how it feels you should ask her Life of a rock star rap trapper Keep me a guitar AR and a tractor So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through Hiss Got my nine Yeah pull up blow it like a drivethru Yeah yeah yeah   Verse 1 I got crack Ima serve it out the drivethru Yeah yeah yeah Your bitch is an Xbox play her like Game Room ayy Ya dig I was tweakin off the Percs mix it with the shrooms ayy Damn Now Im itchin seein shadows in my fuckin’ room ayy Lucid dreams Cute chocolate bitch that’s a fuckin Reese’s Uh Heard her nigga was talkin shit pull up on him and crease him Thats right Snort the Molly off her tits energy increasin Replenish me prevent from finishing when I beat it uh Smash Rollie on my wrist did it for the season Uh Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no fuckin’ reason Gleam gleam Automatic in my grip got it for a reason Grrra grrra grra If a nigga try to take my shit Ima leave him bleedin Bitch Chorus 40 with a 30 thats a dick no stock pause Pause Talkin all that shitll get your ass popped off Got your bitch doin cocaine till she lockjaw Only did it once dont know how it feels you should ask her Life of a rock star rap trapper Keep me a guitar AR and a tractor So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through Hiss hiss Got my nine pull up blow it like a drivethru   Verse 2 Ayy bad lil bitch you know I seen her She seen me sellout arenas Gun on me Gilbert Arenas Take a nigga to the cleaners Uh Even when Im dressed like a bum Im cleaner All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers Uh Im ballin out while they sittin on the bleachers Yeah Get rich just to go back and fuck on my teachers Uh None of them believed in me either Woo Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin me Woo Nigga I dont fuck with yall people Old hoes hit me up sorry I wasnt tryin to make love to yall either Hiss Yeah I dont need ya Hiss Pretty bitch good facial features Uh Three blunts to the face then I eat her Yeah Two Percs to the face Im geekin Uh Gotta put them down Im tweakin Uh Sometimes it feels like I need em Uh Sometimes I feel so defeated Uh My mind be racing like Damn Uh what the fuck is Juice WRLD thinking Yeah Momma told me I look happy I told her clean her glasses Damn Chorus 40 with a 30 thats a dick no stock pause Pause Talkin all that shitll get your ass popped off Got your bitch doin cocaine till she lockjaw Only did it once dont know how it feels you should ask her Life of a rock star rap trapper Keep me a guitar AR and a tractor So I can see the snakes in the grass when I ride through Got my nine pull up blow it like a drivethru