What’s Brakkin (feat. Offset)

[Juice WRLD]

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Yeah, yeah

Nah, huh

I'm in your crib every day, what's brackin'?

I fuck your bitch every day, what's brackin'?

Came in the club with a K, what's brackin'?

Niggas know I put the K in crackin'

Look at my money, it's everlastin'

Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'

Y'all talkin' tough, you ain't on nothing

My niggas silent and really violent

I ain't go to school or graduate college

But I got a car and it got good mileage

And I got a house, big-ass mansion

Something for all the lil' thots to dance in

Remember scrapin' the pot, yeah

How could I forget 'bout the pot? Yeah

I had rocks in my socks, yeah

Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

R.I.P. to my pops, yeah

Even though he ain't do much, uh

Guess I still miss him a lot, yeah

So I got our memories tucked away

R.I.P. to my opps, yeah

Was pissing on graves the other day

If they catch me, they won't hesitate

So I got my hand on my nine today, uh (ayy)

I up it, I bust it, it ain't no discussion

I make a nigga hyperventilate

I fuck on this thot, ain't no cuddle, she bust it open

Then I'm bustin' all over her face

These groupie bitches, they be scandalous

So with a rubber, I'ma penetrate

I took his bitty on a dinner date

But not for really, I just fucked her face

I keep a few milli' stashed away

Water diamonds like a castaway

Triple 9, nigga, that's the wave

I be on the grind workin' every day

I gotta make sure that my paper straight

Don't got a gun, you get hit with the razor blade

Shoot for the stars, I've been throwin' up fadeaways

Strap with the drum, it make 'em fade away

Heavily armed, shoot, make 'em levitate

I'm not the one, pussy, don't play with me

Chains on my arms, this is not slavery

Diamonds and charms, my wrists on super freeze

Feel like LeBron, I just been scorin'

On everyone, worldwide tourin', life is fun

Niggas love to hate, got me a gun

Send him up to heaven, holes in his lung

[Juice WRLD & Offset]

I'm in your crib every day, what's brackin'?

I fuck your bitch every day, what's brackin'?

Came in the club with a K, what's brackin'?

Niggas know I put the K in crackin'

Look at my money, it's everlastin'

Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'

Y'all talkin' tough, you ain't on nothing

My niggas silent and really violent

I ain't go to school or graduate college

But I got a car and it got good mileage

And I got a house, big-ass mansion

Something for all the lil' thots to dance in (woo, hey)

Remember scrapin' the pots, yeah (skrrt)

How could I forget 'bout the pot? Yeah (yeah)

I had rocks in my socks, yeah (woo, woo)

Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

[Offset]

I put baguettes in my watch, what's happenin'? (Huh?)

I set up my shop in the bando (yessir)

Millions on millions, I manage (manage)

I keep the Kel-Tec, the scope, it's gon' damage (bah)

I took your bitch on a yacht, slam it (I)

Then I get in the pot, whip up salmon (fire)

If I catch an opp with the Glock, hold him ransom (opp)

Advance him, go cop a mansion (mansion)

'Stendo, this a thirty (bah-bah)

I'm in the Maybach with the curtains (Maybach)

I paid fifty-five racks for a little Birkin

Drop-top in the Lamb' when the weather perfect (skrrt)

I set the trends (trending)

We ain't shooting sticks in the wind (sticks, bah)

Yeah, big backend (backend)

Yeah, my bitch off a ten (woo, woo)

I pray to God for my sins (I pray)

Panoramic my lens (woo)

Do this shit for my dawgs in the pen (my dawgs)

We gon' take off your box for revenge (nah)

Don't give 'em the sauce, give a pinch (a lil' bit)

I got cash in the loft and the vents (loft)

Straight from the North, it make sense (the North)

Sipping codeine, a good rinse (good rinse)

[Juice WRLD]

I'm in your crib every day, what's brackin'?

I fuck your bitch every day, what's brackin'?

Came in the club with a K, what's brackin'?

Niggas know I put the K in crackin'

Look at my money, it's everlastin'

Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'

Y'all talkin' tough, you ain't on nothing

My niggas silent and really violent

I ain't go to school or graduate college

But I got a car and it got good mileage

And I got a house, big-ass mansion

Something for all the lil' thots to dance in

Remember scrapin' the pot, yeah

How could I forget 'bout the pot? Yeah

I had rocks in my socks, yeah

Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

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