[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
(ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs
I was down bad on my ass, n***a, that's a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
Fuck n***a, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map
I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
Life's a race, we first place, all them opps, we overlapped

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I OD 'fore I relapse
International Gunna, I been all across the map
She love my persona, ain't no cap in none of my raps
I'm in London, and these bitches lookin' at me like I'm the snack
Slatt, slatt, all I yell is "Slatt"
We smokin' all these cookies, go order another batch
Thеse lil' pussies some rookiеs, ain't nobody can match
Don't throw no money in Tootsie's, I don't know how to act
We wantin' a rematch, my slime ain't givin' it back
You play, we gonna attack, it's best for you to relax
If Thugger give me the word, man, I swear you gonna get wacked
I'm shootin' like Julius Erving, you know your shit get splat
Splat, splat, know your shit get splat
Free my brother in prison, I just bought him another Jag'
We argue twenty-four hours, ain't no need for you to be mad
It's rainin' bullets like shower, ain't no goin' outside
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs
I was down bad on my ass, n***a, that's a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
Fuck n***a, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map
I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
Life's a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, cash never runnin' out, time to bring the tommies out
Pills make my tummy shout, used to sell them by the playground
I ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
"Look at Me Now," like Chris Brown, sold-out shows, jump in the crowd
Love my girl, she hold me down, I love my forty, it be holdin' me down
Percocet, it controllin' me now, I take a couple of thirties, then wild
Do it 'cause my dad was wild, far from a pastor child
Rockin' the Owens, yeah, that was Rick, you see all this shit I did
Not just 'cause I imagined it, actually worked for it
Now I'm up in London, yeah, chillin' on the Forbes
Pills in my stomach, yeah
Ain't no lil' boy, I ain't scared of nothin'
So, I'm at your head like concussion
Me and Gunna finna wet up the function
Smoke a n***a like a pack of Runtz
Percocets got me like a zombie, I need a Pack-a-Punch
Uh, watch me roadrun, leavin' these n***as in the dust
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I was out there movin' packs
I was down bad on my ass, n***a, that's a fact
Slam thirty slugs in that MAC, pray I make it back
I'm Al Pacino, Scarface, kilos in the walls in my trap
Fuck n***a, shut your trap, 'fore we put you on the map
I'm up in Reno, at a casino, tryna stack all of these racks
Life's a race, we first place, all them opps we overlapped