original text at mamqa.com/ulyricsnew/juice-wrld-fenty-session-1812768
〈intro〉Ayy, bitch, woah
Uh
999
Lemme talk my shit, uh
〈verse 1〉My lil' bitch love fendi, huh, she rihanna with that fenty
My gun full as hell, boy, please don't make me empty
Niggas fool as hell boy, they see the real in me
You could catch a shell, boy, fuck nigga don't tempt me
I let it go, i let it go, just let it go, i let it go
Fuck nigga don't tempt me, i let it go
I let it go, i let it go, fuck nigga don't tempt me
She ride like a ten-speed, bad bitch from miami
Dive in the pussy like ten feet, i was in the cut with a semi
Can't let a fuck nigga gеt me
Can't let a fuck bih' catch me up
Shе can still suck me up, yeah
Came in the club with a super-soldier, nigga no g.i. joe
Feel like a giant around these lil' ass niggas, nigga no fee-fi-fo
She wanna fuck, she want the henny involved, bitch i drunk it all
Just sit back, let me break your back
Just like i break the law, yeah
〈chorus〉Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh
Ball so hard i took that bitch inside the bank, yeah, whoa
Woke up rich, a nigga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy
Run up, you get hit, that choppa like a snake, yeah, woah
〈verse 2〉I told you that i don't got time for the snakes, yeah, whoa
Run up, you get hit, that choppa wake and bake, yeah, woah
That lil' bitch gon' suck and fuck on the first date, yeah, ayy
I'm gon' probably fucking cum all on her face, yeah, ayy
Ball so hard, i do that shit like every day, yeah
Shoot my shot with every bitch, i fade away, yeah, ayy
Don't got a glock, then i'ma use a razor blade, yeah, woah
Gold in my mouth, my clock, lil' bitch no flavor flav, yeah, whoa
Get so rich that i could shit up on my ex, yeah
Should've thought before you sent that fucking text, yeah
I'm just finna put my dick inside my next, yeah, huh
Fuck her once and then i gotta make an exit, yeah
I'm in the past tense, woah
Run up, i'm blastin'
I'm taking off just like nasa
She do the coke off the napkin, uh
White like napkin, huh, ayy
Nigga you fake as fuck, you be cappin', yuh, ayy
〈pre-verse〉Like a poetry slam, i be snappin', hmm, ayy
Niggas be talkin' shit, but what happens to them?
Pull up on him, that gun get to blastin' at him, yeah
All i do is get money, i just be cashing on them
〈verse 3〉Felt like just the other day i was underpaid, yeah
Everyday they in my dm's tryna get laid, yeah
Santa claus, got three hoes, and they all gettin' slayed, yeah
Vvs, wrist on froze, like a fuckin' sleigh, yeah
Hoo, keep that, i didn't ask for the feedback
I take a perky to relapse, i take a perky to relax
She break my heart, i don't react (yeah)
She break my heart, i don't react (oh yeah)
She break my heart, i don't react
She break my heart, i don't react
She ride me like a semi, yeah
She ride me like a ten-speed, yeah
Run up on a nigga, i'ma hit him, yeah
Choppa on his ass gonna get him
He a pussy ass nigga, i ain't fuckin' wit' a kitten
I get it, i get it, ooh
Bad lil' bitch, i hit it for a minute
Pull her hair when a young nigga in it, ooh
Ball so hard, i'm in it
Serve it like tennis, dennis the menace, ooh
Run up, you may get diminished
I wash you like dishes lil' nigga, you tripping, ooh
Fuck out your feelings, i'm winning, you lose
Uh, all of these bitches be choosing
Look in the mirror, "the fuck am i doing?"
I get so high, yeah, they think that i'm stupid, nah
〈pre-verse〉Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Look at her staring, that bitch over there
Look at mclaren, take off in the air
Pull up on a nigga, i don't care
〈verse 4〉Bitch, i see you there, you in the cut, you stop and stare
He say he gon' kill me, baby girl, i ain't ever care
I'm houdini with these bitches, make 'em disappear
I get 'em outta here, raincoat on me, no paul revere
Damn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
Gun gon' sing, no glee show (yuh)
Bape on my cape, no hero (come on)
Vvs cold, sub-zero
Off the molly, getting lost like nemo
Steal bike, pull off like deebo
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Hundred round drum, no reload, uh
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Hundred round drum, no reload, uh
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Hundred round drum, no reload, uh
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Yeah, insurance, no geico, uh
Swim in the pussy, feel like michael, uh
I do not fuck with disciples, uh
I could put that shit on the bible, uh
Big ass rifle, eiffel, uh
Tower shit, no eiffel, uh
Huh, my gun a football player, i load that bitch, it tackle ya, uh
Bad bitch on my dick, she wanna fuck for free, mhm
I got the clout, cash, cash, so she be fuckin' on me, uh
Vacuum ho, way that she suckin' on me, uh, yeah
Pretty life, but these bitches be so ugly, uh, yeah
〈pre-chorus〉Stop it, stop real quick, this shit hard
Huh, fresher, uh, yeah
I wanna fuck, mhm
That's so real, uh
Choppa on me no reload
Living on, haha
〈chorus〉Damn, hundred round drum on me, no reload
Gun gon' sing, no glee show
Bape on my cape, no hero
Vvs cold, sub-zero
Off the molly, getting lost like nemo
Steal bike, pull off like deebo
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Hundred round drum, no reload, uh
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Hundred round drum, no reload, uh
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
Hundred round drum, no reload, uh
Up, down, left, right, that's a cheat code, uh
〈pre-chorus〉Uh, yeah, uh (you's a bitch, boy)
Yeah
Get racks on the regular (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Racks on the regular, racks on the regular (uh-huh, uh-huh)
〈chorus〉I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular (cash)
We separate, not together (yeah), keep it that way forever (yeah)
Margiela all on my sweater (uh-huh), it get yo' girl wetter (uh-huh)
Run up on me, my hand on beretta (uh-huh), hit you and your beretta (uh-huh)
I'm ballin' out the stadium (cash), you can't ball better (swish)
You know i got moncler on me (yeah), in the cold weather
(yeah, yeah)
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather (baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
My vvs on me, all white, all white, it look like sleigh weather
(bling, bling, bling), uh-huh
〈verse 5〉As i hop in the ride (skrrt)
Got yo' thot, she inside (got yo' thot)
Hand on my glock, i won't trust (grrah)
Run up on me, you gon' die (grahh, grahh)
Perkies on the way
Three to the face, damnit, i'm too high (yeah, yeah, yeah, i can't)
I don't wan' take these percs no more
But if i don't take 'em, feel like i'm gon' die (yeah, yeah)
And i gotta live for 'em (i gotta live)
That choppa on me, pull up, grrah, grrah
Make him run, forrest (make him run)
He say he wanna fight, fuck that
I got a gun for him (i got a gun)
I'm yo' father, bitch why bother?
You is my son, boy (you my son)
Run up on me then that chopper got heat kinda like the sun, boy (kinda like the sun)
My brother locked up, need to let him out just like akon, boy
(just like akon)
Ak in the back of the truck, al qaeda on it, osam', boy (osam')
If you lookin' for me, i'm prolly puttin' dick up in yo' mom, boy
(put dick in yo' momma, yeah)
〈chorus〉I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular
We separate, not together, keep it that way forever
Margiela all on my sweater, it get yo' girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium, you can't ball better
You know i got moncler on me in the cold weather
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
My vvs on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh
〈verse 6〉Two to the face, i'm okay (i'm gone)
Get away with crimes like o.j, uh (yeah)
Lean on me, no o.j, uh (yeah)
Vvs clear like blu-ray, uh (gleam)
Triple nine on my wrist, no slit (slit)
Bitch told me that she would slit her wrist (slit her wrist)
Stop acting pussy, no clitoris
Man up, ellen degenerous (yeah)
Uh, i was generous
I'm done being a gentleman
Fuck up out your feelings bitch (bitch)
I don't give a fuck what you feeling, bitch
All this over some silly shit (yeah)
You must have some mental damage, eh
We can play games if you wanna play
Game over, game over, you know i win
How does it feel to be the loser? i'm poppin' pills (bitch)
How does it feel to be the loser? i'm askin' for real
(i'm askin' for real, real, real)
Uh, this is a miracle (nah)
Nah, this some bullshit
It's really yourself you embarrassing
〈chorus〉I'ma get the cash, that's forever (uh), get it on the regular (uh-huh)
We separate, not together (uh), keep it that way forever
(skrrt, skrrt, uh-huh)
Margiela all on my sweater (margiela), it get yo' girl wetter
(oh yeah)
Run up on me, my hand on beretta (oh yeah), hit you and your beretta (grahh, grahh, grahh)
I'm ballin' out the stadium (uh), you can't ball better (uh-uh)
You know i got moncler on me (uh-huh) in the cold weather
(uh-huh)
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
My vvs on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh
〈verse 7〉Yeah, yeah, i'm back on it
Your bitch, she wanna fuck
I tell her "cool", i'm feeling lonely
Run up on me, brand new gun
Tommy on me, maccy on me
I get cheese, no macaroni, uh
I can turn your brains into some fuckin' mastaccholi
Uh, huh, all on the floor, dead president on me just like a mourge (huh, yuh)
Your bitch a whore, run up on me you get put on the floor
(uh, yeah)
Kickflip work just like a skateboard
Your bitch back in this, break it like a record
〈pre-chorus〉I'm in the studio, all i do is push record (hoo)
Platinum, platinum, plat', yeah that's me boy (that's me boy)
Hoo, keep that, i run this shit, don't need the feedback
Perky on perky, i relapse, i run the shit, better get back
〈chorus〉I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular
We separate, not together, keep it that way forever
Margiela all on my sweater, it get yo' girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium, you can't ball better
You know i got moncler on me in the cold weather
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
My vvs on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh
