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[Chorus: Juice wrld] I've been a crip every day, what's brackin'? I fuck your bitch everyday, what's brackin'? Came in the club with a k, what's brackin'? Niggas know I put the k and crack him Look at my money, it's everlastin' Me and my niggas, we young and wildin' Y'all talkin' tough, he ain't know nothin' My niggas silent, ain't really violent I ain't go to school or graduate college When I got a car, it got good mileage And I got a house, big ass mansion Something for all the lil' thots to dance in I remember scrapin' the pots, yeah Cannot forget 'bout the pot, yeah I had rings in my socks, yeah Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah [Verse 1: Juice wrld] R.I.P. To my pops, yeah, even though he ain't do much, uh Guess I still miss him alot, yeah, so I got our memories tucked away R.I.P. To my opps, yeah, just pissed on their graves the other day If they catch me, they won't hesitate So I got my hand on my nine today, uh I bet I bust it, ain't no discussion, I make a nigga hyperventilate I fuck on a thot, ain't no comin', she bust it open Then I'm bustin' all over her face These groupie bitches they be scandalous Come with a rubber, I'ma penetrate I took a goodie on a dinner date I'm up for really, I just fuck the face I keep a few millies stashed away Run it down, it's like a castaway Triple 9 nigga, that's the wave You be on the 'Gram, who can ever repay? I got all my shit and my paper straight Don't got a gun, you get hit with the razor blade Shoot for the stars, I've been throwin' up fadeaways Fed with the drum, then come pave the way Heavily armed, if you make 'em levitate... *Lyrics from Snippet 2* [Verse: Juice wrld] ... Came out the one... ... Pussy don't play with me, chains on my arms This is not slavery, diamonds and charms My wrists on super freeze, feel like Lebron I've just been scorin', hit on rewind Real white tourin', life is fun Niggas wanna hate, grab me a gun Send him up to heaven, losin' his life [Chorus: Juice wrld and Offset] I've been a crip every day, what's brackin'? I fuck your bitch everyday, what's brackin'? Came in the club with a k, what's brackin'? Niggas know I put the k and crack him Look at my money, it's everlastin' Me and my niggas, we young and wildin' Y'all talkin' tough, he ain't know nothin' My niggas silent, ain't really violent I ain't go to school or graduate college When I got a car, it got good mileage And I got a house, big ass mansion Something for all the lil' thots to dance in (Woo, hey) I remember scrapin' the pots, yeah (Skrrt) Cannot forget 'bout the pot, yeah (Yeah) I had rings in my socks, yeah (Woo) Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah [Verse 2: Offset] I put baguettes in my watch, what's happenin'? (Huh?) Set up my shop in the bando (Yessir) Million on millions, I man (Man) I get the kill, take the scope, it's gon' damage I took your bitch home, yeah I slam it Then I get in the pot, whip up salmon (Fire) If I catch you out with the Glock, hold him ransom (Uh) Advance him, go...
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