Unreleased archive entry

Rodents

Juice WRLD · Produced by Chopsquad DJ, TyMadeIt

Rodents lyrics

Intro Came in the cut with a— Came in the cut with a— You dont wear Versace you wear— You dont wear Versace you wear Versus I dont see no competition no versin I drop this Perc Im a different person Lets go (Aw yeah TyMadeIt)   Chorus You dont wear Versace that shit Versus (That shit Versus) I dont see no competition aint no versin (Aint no versin) Freestyle on my songs I dont rehearse it (I dont rehearse) Feel like Little Wayne cause Ima just rebirth it yеah Chopper get to squeezin get to squirtin (Yеah) Thirty round with the threeround burstin (Yeah) Smokin on dope its potent (Its what) I dont got time for rats no rodents yeah (Time for rats)   Verse 1 Look at these racks (Uhhuh) in a Chanel bag (Uhhuh) I got a gun in the bag (Uhhuh) in the Chanel bag (Uhhuh) Fivehundred for a bag thats a Birkin Twotone skelly (Uhhuh) thats the salary of a surgeon (Uhhuh uhhuh) Where he at Shoot his ass Leave him leakin yeah maxipad Ayy pull up on him let him have it Gra gra gra thats an automatic Three round burst with me Ima let him have it Im ballin like Dirk Nowitzki on the Mavericks Want smoke Ima fuck around give you cancer Ima pull up on the scene like a fuckin Pamper I can turn a nun bitch to a dirty dancer I can turn a dumb bitch to a brain champion I dont ever run bitch I aint scared of nothin bitch Choppa like Nick Cannon shoot it like a drum bitch Chorus You dont wear Versace that shit Versus (That shit Versus) I dont see no competition aint no versin (Aint no versin) Freestyle on my songs I dont rehearse it (I dont rehearse) Feel like Little Wayne cause Ima just rebirth it yeah (Yeah) Chopper get to squeezin get to squirtin (Yeah) Thirty round with the threeround burstin (Yeah) Smokin on dope its potent (Potent) I dont got time for rats no rodents yeah (Time for rats)   Verse 2 No time for rats I dont got time for rats Just time for racks chopper shake like tourettes Hit you in your face and your neck and your chest Now you Michael Jackson your cardiac arrest I feel like the best hell yeah like the best Metta World Peace like Ron Artest Pull up on the scene I tote my TEC Matter fact fuck it that that bitch be jammin Bad bitch on my dick best believe that I be crammin Member I was broke I was credit card scammin Now Im Chris Paul with the rock I be handlin Choppa on my hip it be talkin its ramblin Flexin on these niggas like Samson Designer on my body like a mannequin damn Pussy nigga you not the man uh Fuck nigga better man up Chorus You dont wear Versace that shit Versus (That shit Versus) I dont see no competition aint no versin (Aint no versin) Freestyle on my songs I dont rehearse it (I dont rehearse) Feel like Little Wayne cause Ima just rebirth it yeah Chopper get to squeezin get to squirtin (Yeah) Thirty round with the threeround burstin (Yeah) Smokin on dope its potent (Its what) I dont got time for rats no rodents yeah (Time for rats)