[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yung Exclusive
Drop four inside my Fanta
Cardo Got Wings
Live like I'm a [?]
[?]
Codeine from Atlanta
Gang
Used to drop a four inside my Fanta
Codeine from Atlanta
[?]
[?] (Skrt skrt)
[?]
Bitch I ball, Larry Bird

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk, then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
That bitch wanna fuck me, where?
In the front seat
Gun in my Givenchys, I gotta stay comfy
I know they gon' hate me, yeah
They gon' love me
Two thousand on a sweater, bitch you know that you can't touch me
Her contact name is vacuum bitch, cause I know shе gon' suck me
Don't know if I'm really handsome, causе the money hide the ugly
She say she wanna cuddle, nah, but I'll buy her a snuggie
I'm sorry, I'm not sorry, to this love shit I'm a zombie, yeah
Pill pop, drugs, I'm a junkie
Spend my cash on Percocets, I may run out of money
Say you wanna beef, n***a lemme know sumn'
I don't throw hands, but that gun throw sumn'

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first
[Verse 2: Johnny Quenno]
You see my swag but you can't touch it
To be honest, yeah I didn't even want to drop this
But then I was like fuck it, Burberry on my sweater
I be staying cool like at any weather
I'm down bad, I hope someday it's gonna be better
Like Spider-Man, I'm far from home
I wanna be alone, please don't call my phone
I'm in my own world, yeah I'm in my zone
I only feel free when I'm on the road
Shoutout Juice WRLD, yeah he my bro
Yeah I'm in beast mode, at the mic I'm a slayer
Don't compare me to Carti cause I ain't no player
No Tom Holland but I love Zendaya
Love is Rage, yeah I am a rager
When I go to Hollywood, I'm finna date her
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm gon' ball on these hoes, Larry Bird
Talkin' shit, you get hit, you out of words
I ain't kickin' it, I kick you to the curb
I get drunk then I talk with a slur
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Last night was a blur
Almost crashed, had to skrt
I ain't R Kelly, but bitch I'ma flirt
Then I get in her guts, Dr. Miami, surgeon
Ray J with it, I'll hit a bitch first