Intro Juice WRLD Jamie Foxx Pierre I be so subconscious bout my shit (Uh) I be startin over so many times (Ayy huh uh) I damn near— I be one takin shit all type of shit (Bitch ayy ooh) Ask bro next to you he seen it all (Ayy bitch ayy bitch ooh) Uhhuh yeah uh uhhuh ayy Huh uh uh uh comin outside (Ayy comin out) Comin out they comin outside (Baow baow baow baow comin out) Aye Pierre (Yeah) they comin outside (Yeah comin out) Yo Pierre you wanna come out here Uh fuck they ass up (Grrah) Chorus Why you talkin shit if you aint outside (Grrah grahh bitch) 40 on my hip shoot ya twice mouth wide (Grrah grahh bitch) Lookin at your bros like didnt they all die (Bitch yeah) Didnt they all die Didnt they all die (Yeah yeah yeah) Verse Pull up to his funeral and shot em while they cried (Skrtt skrtt grrah grrah grrah) Had a funeral for my relationship she should have never lied (Bitch you gotta go) Fetty Wap when I tote that Glock I load it put it to his eye (Grahh grahh grahh uh) Make my Rari transform Optimus Prime (Skrtt skrtt skrtt skrtt skrtt) I get what I deserve I put my soul in this shit (Woah motherfuckin soul) Niggas really thinkin I sold my soul in this bitch (Woah motherfuckin soul) Uh niggas really thinkin I sold my soul for this wrist (Woah motherfuckin soul) This Rollie came from hard work (Woah) these niggas still doin yard work (Woah) Uh hoes everywhere I dont know who to pick (Eeny meeny miny moe) Feel like Kendrick in that pussy lose control in that bitch (Woah) I talk they listen ball like a Piston (Uhhuh) All of my niggas dont fuck with the system (Uhhuh) But they got guns like they army enlisted (Uhhuh) No Limit gang we an army of niggas (Uhhuh) NLMB we a fuckin militia (Uhhuh) Kill your brothers and tie up your sister (Uhhuh) Feel like Im with the KKK today (Uhhuh) Im finna go out and catch me a nigga (Uhhuh yeah) Throw the body in the lake (Uh) He not really a good swimmer (Bitch) And Im not really good at missin (Grrah) Headshot from a distance (Grrah) Chorus Uh why you talkin shit if you aint outside (Grrah grahh bitch) 40 on my hip shoot ya twice mouth wide (Grrah grahh bitch yeah) Lookin at your bros like didnt they all die (Bitch yeah) Didnt they all die Didnt they all die (Yeah yeah yeah) Open Verse Chorus Uh why you talkin shit if you aint outside (Grrah grahh bitch) 40 on my hip shoot ya twice mouth wide (Grrah grahh bitch yeah) Lookin at your bros like didnt they all die (Bitch yeah) Didnt they all die Didnt they all die (Yeah yeah yeah)

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