[Intro: Juice WRLD]
You wanna fight, we gon' fade that boy, buddy
Yeah, hm
Me and Hit-Boy making hits, boy
Ay, uh, hm (Hit-Boy)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Say you wanna fight, so we fade that boy
But he brought a pipe, so we had to slay that boy
Send him up to Christ, can't nobody save that boy
With them real deal killers, they'll spray that boy
Heard you hard at work in the trap, get your shit touched
Horny AR with the scope, come get face fucked
Say you wanna scrap, put 'em up, fuck your face up
Knock you out and leave you shakin' like you smokin' laced blunts

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
You done been lied to, if you thinking this shit'll fly, ooh
My n***as ride by you, and leave you in the bayou
My trap used to jump like a Mickey-D's drive thru
All that talkin' shit'll get you baked like an Apple Pie, ooh
I remember I was cracking safes, tryna find a way
Got secret service like I'm Ronald Rea', you may die today
Fuck me over, get a play, n***as dyin' every day
They ain't start ballin' till they see me dunk, I feel like Dr. J
Started runnin' when I popped the trunk, can't go out like a punk
Give 'em brain damage so he started tweaking, Lil Pump
I'm the king, I'm the goat, I'ma do what I want
Choppa hungrier than a bitch, bet it eat you up for lunch
I'm in a Wraith, bro got his hand on a 'K
Two shots, AND1
Pulling up like Danny Phantom
Handy Manny with the, uh-uh, hammer
Toting his hammer
Free bro, he locked up in the slammer
I got rich off being the MC
These n***as broke like MC Hammer
Bitch you good, but I'm better
You is not on my level
I'm on top, you know how I rock
Just like heavy metal
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Say you wanna fight, so we fade that boy
But he brought a pipe, so we had to slay that boy
Send him up to Christ, can't nobody save that boy
With them real deal killers, they'll spray that boy
Heard you hidin' work in the trap, get your shit touched
Horny AR with the scope, come get face fucked
Say you wanna scrap, put 'em up, fuck your face up
Knock you out and leave you shakin' like you smokin' laced blunts (Yea, yea)

[Verse 2: wynterszn]
I'm the goat, send shots to yo' throat
Run up, you get poked, I take ya soul (Aye)
Pull up wit' the pole, send shots at the 'po (Aye)
Fuck the 'po, wearin' all white (Aye)
I feel like the Pope, take a robe (Aye)
Swimmin' through yo' bitch, where the fuck the row?
I took a left, then I buss a right, took the wrong road
Where he go? I don't fuckin' know, I really don't know (Yea, yea)
Where he at, I pull out my gat, send shots at his back (Grah)
Pull up on him, with the gats, I got 40 fuckin' straps (Gah, fa, fa)
I got 40 fuckin' straps, that's in my fuckin' backpack
That mean I got Heavy Metal on me, fuck weight trainin' (Heavy Metal on me)
Fuck weight trainin'
Imma get the weight in
Cash I'm gainin, gun I'm aimin' (Grah)
Control the situation like some fuckin' heavy gamin' (Skrr)
Lookin' at you and yo' squad, they be lamin' (They be lame)
[Bridge: wynterszn]
Uh, yea, I ain't tryna, shame it (What, what?)
I'm not tryna drop names in it (Drop names in the bitch)
But yo' squad, they be lame wit' it (They be lame)
Yea (What the fuck?)

[Verse 3: wynterszn]
But me and my squad, we just lean wit' it, huh (Ha)
Pop a bean wit' it (H-ha)
Crack seals in this bitch, I'm sippin' lean with it (Hahaha)
Big deals in this bitch, I'm countin' mean digits (Frrt, beep)
Big meals in this bitch, I'm eatin' filleted fishes (Grahh)


[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Say you wanna fight, so we fade that boy
But he brought a pipe, so we had to slay that boy
Send him up to Christ, can't nobody save that boy
With them real deal killers, they'll spray that boy
Heard you hidin' work in the trap, get your shit touched
Horny AR with the scope, come get face fucked
Say you wanna scrap, put 'em up, fuck your face up
Knock you out and leave you shakin' like you smokin' laced blunts (Yea)