[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse: Juice WRLD & DJ Scheme]
And I quote, I'm with niggas doin' the most
Poppin' the tote, pull up, I'ma blow your ass home
Joey, you know, I fuck with your music bro
I freestyle, watch me kick this shit off the dome
Burberry 'round my neck, but these clothes don't mean shit
I'd rather see the world 'cause this shit so scenic
I seen angels from different angles, demons
And bitches schemin' about swallowin' semen
I don't really understand it, but I don't give a fuck
At the Trump Towers, racist bitches givin' shoulder rubs
I'm drinkin' lean 'til I'm throwin' up
I throw up purple, then I pour up more purple, catch me pourin' up
I got a problem with drugs, I got a problem with love
I got a problem with plugs, I got a problem with thugs
That think they is the best, they from the other block across town
We gon' catch 'em, and send they ass to Heaven
On stretchers, body bag 'em, toe tag 'em
Ain't straight, they some faggots, goddamnit
I'm on top of my flow, I feel like Drake through the 6 with my woes
I go, I'm from the east side Chicago
But be down to let them things pop
Bitches wanna suck on my dick just like a Ring Pop
I don't got time for it, gettin' to the guap, stop
I'm top notch with these flows, and I don't jot
Down no murders, it's off the top how I drop (Haha, the fuck?)
All these flows, you know what's up, I get big
Just like The Rock, flexin' on these dumb nigs, um
That's that beat, Like Water
Abracadabra, I rap like H Potter
Harry with the magic, make his ass disappear
Boolin' back like a redcoat, screamin' out "Paul Revere's a bitch"
I'm gettin' cash all day, I stack and make it flip
If I go broke, it's back to sellin' pounds and sellin' bricks
And if you got a problem with me
My chopper'll get to fuckin' niggas like it came out from celibate, ooh
I'm a killer, you know it
I got a way with these words, Joey, I feel like a poet
And it's tatted on me, triple nine, that's what I'm goin'
That's how I'm flowin', that's what I'm throwin'
And every show, I get the cash then I leave
I love my fans, I look at Benjamin Franklin like "I love my bands"
I look at my girl, she like "Damn, I love my man"
I love her more than ever, I do that without sayin'
I get on my knees everyday and pray to God
That my family stay safe, every time, even when they tote that .45
I know it's a couple pussy niggas that deserve nine shots, but we gon' shoot they ass forty times
Transform, like I'm Optimus, word to Prime
Speakin' of prime, I'm in mine, this the perfect time
I'ma end this shit here
Joey, you raw, I'm raw, we should rap, and you know it, gang
[Outro: DJ Scheme]
Hahaha, what the fuck?