[Intro] Juice WRLD / Global Ken
Uh huh You really been putting in work though
This damn near gonna be like a no hook, fuck around
You needa find some juicy babes
I know what a break is and shit so I'ma just keep going
Got Lewi in these racks
Ay Ay
Ay Ay

[Verse] Global Ken
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Bitch on my dick
I need a whole lot
Whip whip whip the stove top
All that ass, I need a whole lot
All that cash, I got a whole lot
Oh I need a whole lot, yeah
Oh I need a whole lot, ay
Oh I need a whole lot
Getting all the cake cause im out here working
Bitch you with the bag, because you out here twerkin
Spanking that ass
I never had curfew
Make it right back, vision like Steve Urkel
Sip up sip up on the purple
And they got Mc davenport blowin all he can
Cause I'm out here stackin
Meat on me all I heard packing
You on my movie, you with John Atkins
Roll up yin & yan
I can take your bitch, like how the hell did that just happen
Jump up on yo homies, you so tragic
All of my shooters we about the ashy
Im for the low so im trappin
Ballin out like im out with the mavericks
I need a bad bitch, yo hoe so average
Your a sad bitch fuck on a bit, its a habit
Ice on neck habit ice on my wrist, its a habit
Iced out my watch, you know habit
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah
[Verse] Juice WRLD
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, look, uh, uh
Run up on a n***a I'm shootin' huh
My hand on my Ruger, huh
Clip look like a ruler, huh
Versace on me like Medusa, huh
Give me that head like Tooda, huh
N***as be phone, computers, huh
All y'all n***as is losers, huh
All my n***as is Buellers, huh
She ride my dick like a Motor Bike
Run up on me then I'm shooting die
All of my n***as be grippin' .40s, .40s, .40s, .45
Run up on me then I'll shoot at yo' face, uh
I spread this shit just like mace, uh
Fuck that bitch, she get replaced, uh

[Verse] Polo G
Uh, spent the lil’ bag on these Maison Margielas, walk in the bank, I’m withdrawin’ whatever
“Need like a M,” what I told to the teller, ‘member was trappin’ no matter the weather
Talkin’ my shit ’cause I been doin’ better, Glock with a stick, we ain’t grippin’ Berettas
Them murderers lit, we Too Turnt forever, surgical shit, we’ll get you together (Uh)
I make a call, them killers en route, we been lampin’, it ain’t hard to figure you out
Tracy cappin’ outside of that lil’ n***a house, doin’ damage, them hollows keep hittin’ his scalp
1300 the gang, and I put us on the map, come and see what my n***as about
We don’t fuck with no lames, bitches don’t come to the telly to fuck, then we kickin’ ’em out
But ’cause Polo my name, she do whatever I want, I just put my whole dick in her mouth
Let that .40 go bang, we put his ass in the grave and they wish they can go dig him out
My lil’ n***a let the Drac’ spit, say less, we don’t ever say shit
Shoot it out, check out my J, bitch
[Verse] Global Ken
Blowing up the cap like another mommy card
This Da Vinci in on me be stunning
When she call me Hubby, I’m like Hubby's fake, call me king Ken’D uhh
In the muddy kinda flooded I just need to cut it
Took your girl why you acting funny and she twerkin, like she Russian told her to get it, get a concussion uh yah why you bussin
Boy im out here on this hustle, shooting at that face and getting some muscle
I can tell you eating from the struggle
After a rock bitch, I do not cuddle
Making the plays I gotta huddle
Fuck on her demand, like I like the shadow
Took the crown I never thumble
Instead of 1k, I’ll make it double

[Verse] Juice WRLD
Gun at your crew, run up on me then I'm dropping my roof
I-I-I get some top in my coupe, you may get shot out my coupe
Cause that's what I do, all of my n***as they shoot
All of my n***as, they win, we never lose
Look at your bitch, she gon' choose, she gon' give me top
On my block, avenue, ayy bitch I be fly like a plane, huh
I'm extraordinary, they plain, huh, fuckin' yo bitch on the plane
Huh, yeah, that was yo' main, huh-yuh