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Juice WRLD
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[00:10.88] Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit

[00:15.14] You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit

[00:18.14] Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy

[00:21.29] You could go that way, with all the fakin'

[00:24.29] Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'

[00:27.31] Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'

[00:30.55] .40 put you on the concrete, creamation

[00:33.80] Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation

[00:37.55] Phantom like a spaceship

[00:39.54] Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it

[00:43.56] I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris

[00:49.54] Watch me make it all back

[00:51.79] Throw that ass back, yeah

[00:53.54] Baby just like that, yeah

[00:55.07] That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah

[00:58.06] Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class

[01:00.80] Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math

[01:03.96] Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad

[01:06.96] I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?

[01:10.21] Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax

[01:14.21] Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah

[01:17.21] They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah

[01:20.46] Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it

[01:23.21] On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you

[01:25.96] Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit

[01:29.21] You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit

[01:32.46] Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy

[01:35.71] You could go that way, with all the fakin'

[01:38.46] Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'

[01:41.71] Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'

[01:44.72] .40 put you on the concrete, creamation

[01:47.97] Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation

[01:51.21] No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit

[01:54.22] I don't got time for that fake shit

[01:57.23] Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah

[02:00.46] I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag

[02:03.47] You know I can't go for that

[02:05.38] Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that

[02:08.39] Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now

[02:12.29] And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah)

[02:16.28] I love it when the vibe's right

[02:19.58] I been gettin' too high

[02:22.78] Coolin' with the same gang

[02:25.79] We don't believe in new guys

[02:28.79] Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right

[02:31.78] I been gettin' too high

[02:35.03] Coolin' with the same gang

[02:38.07] We don't believe in new guys

[02:39.73] Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit

[02:43.55] You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit

[02:46.55] Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy

[02:49.80] You could go that way, with all the fakin'

[02:52.79] Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'

[02:56.04] Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'

[02:59.05] .40 put you on the concrete, creamation

[03:02.29] Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation