Pause

.40 with a .30 thats a... Ha

You dig? Yeah

You dig?

.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause)

Talkin’ all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off)

Got your bitch doin' cocaine ’till she lockjaw

Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her

Life of a rockstar 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, pull up, blow it like a drive through

I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive through

Your bitch is an Xbox, play her like game room, aye

I was tweakin' off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, aye

Now I'm itchin' seein' shadows in my fuckin' room, aye (Lucid dreams)

Cute chocolate bitch, thats a fuckin’ Reeses

Heard her nigga was talkin’ shit, pull on him and crease him

Snort the Molly off her tits, energy increasin'

Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat, uh

Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season

Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no fuckin’ reason

Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra grrra grra)

If a nigga try to take my shit, I'ma leave him bleedin'

.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause)

Talkin’ all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off)

Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw

Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her

Life of a rockstar 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, pull up, blow it like a drive through

Aye, bad lil' bitch you know I seen her

She seen me sell out arenas

Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas

Take a nigga to the cleaners

Even when I'm dressed like a bum I'm cleaner

All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers

I'm ballin' out while they sittin' on the bleachers

Get rich just to go back and fuck on my teachers

None of them believed in me either

Now they hit my twitter congratulatin' me

Nigga I don't fuck with y'all people

Old hoes hit me up, sorry

I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either

Yeah, I don't need 'em

Pretty bitch, good facial features

Three blunts to the face then I eat her

Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin'

Gotta put them down I'm tweakin'

Sometimes it feels like I need 'em

Sometimes I feel so defeated

My mind be racing like "Damn, what the fuck is Juice WRLD thinking?"

Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her glasses

.40 with a .30, that's a dick, no stock (Pause)

Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off (Off)

Got your bitch doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw

Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her

Life of a rockstar 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 drive through