Intro Juice WRLD Yeah (Yo Pierre you wanna come out here) Yeah Chorus Juice WRLD Young Thug Will Smith and Martin Lawrence Im a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag boy Please dont think its sweet I stay with the heat even though Im a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me fore that breath be your last boy (Lets go yeah) PostChorus Young Thug Ive been drinking red rasp boy (Red yeah) Ive been trappin all these birds McCoy (McCoy brr) Newborn baby my Richard Mille nine months ooh Overseas hundreds gettin bitch croissants (Yeah) Verse 1 Juice WRLD Wrecked the GTR (Skrrt) I love to crash cars Im a bad boy so I got a bad broad Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt skrrt skrrt) Smith Wesson 45 put a hole in his heart Better not play with me killers they stay with me your bitty lay with me She fell in love with my ice yeah the hockey rink Aint come to kick it Im not on the soccer team Knew I would make it its part of my prophecy Raf Simons match my Prada jeans Ima do the dash get to the bag aint no one as bad as me Chorus Juice WRLD Young Thug Will Smith and Martin Lawrence Im a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag boy Please dont think its sweet I stay with the heat even though Im a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me fore that breath be your last boy (Lets go yeah) PostChorus Young Thug Ive been drinking red rasp boy (Red yeah) Ive been trappin all these birds McCoy (McCoy brr) Newborn baby my Richard Mille nine months ooh Overseas hundreds gettin bitch croissants (Yeah) Verse 2 Young Thug Sticky sticky Ricky I smoke Skittles not no sticky (Sticky) I shot at his mommy now he no longer mention me (Thot thot) You say you want smoke and Ive been comin down the chimney (Woah) You got barbecue your bitches Im so fried and they crispy (Ooh) I had on Margielas when I shot at the cunt (Murk) Act like you want war and they gon smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt) Im just keeping it real with ya Im just bein blunt (Im just being blunt) Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk yeah (Skrrt) Skrrtskrrt Skrrtskrrt Thats just the sound of the Vette (Skrrt) I keep me the Vette (Skrrt) I keep me a text (Skrrt) I read your message (Skrrt) I bust on her chest (Skrrt) I made a mess (Skrrt) I hope for the best (Skrrt) gold like a chest (Skrrt) I be the best (Skrrt) I got the neck (Skrrt) I can turn a check (Skrrt) live like Project X (Skrrt skrrt) Chorus Juice WRLD Young Thug Will Smith and Martin Lawrence Im a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag boy Please dont think its sweet I stay with the heat even though Im a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me fore that breath be your last boy (Lets go yeah) PostChorus Young Thug Ive been drinking red rasp boy (Red yeah) Ive been trappin all these birds McCoy (McCoy brr) Newborn baby my Richard Mille nine months ooh Overseas hundreds gettin bitch croissants (Yeah)

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