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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
New **** on the block
Yeah, I got my Glocky
Like I been locked up
Arms kinda stocky
Wrists on rocky
Wish a ****'d try to stop me
Usain Bolt with the glizzy, it's a track meet
Make 'em Takeoff like Migos
In the kitchen, whippin' up the bricks, servin' kilos
If I gotta get in your door, I pick the key-hole
Full of shit bitches, boy, these hoes like a-hole
Every day I wake up thinkin' 'bout the pesos
Gettin' bankrolls, sayin', "R.I.P. to Bankroll"
Keep the dank rolled
Codeine in the double-cup, I'm sippin', ay
Stevie Wonder, it's gon' take away my vision, ay
007 with that Glock, I got precision, ay
You be talkin' 'bout this shit when I been did it, ay
[Verse 2]
Free my **** in that jam
I don't give a shit and I don't give a Hoover Dam
Last bitch, she said I wasn't shit
She wanna let me cram
Hit her from the back, oh, yes, I am
Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am
I had a feelin' they was gon' switch up, will.i.am
Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
Clean ****, but I'm sippin' till I do the muddy dance
A broke ****, I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
On a dig for a trick, then after that she fuck a friend
I ain't gon' trick off no bitch
I don't pay, I just get in
I ain't really usually wanna be talkin' 'bout shit, but
I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time
Two times, maybe a few times
Ruinin' careers, man, this shit easy
What my **** Davis say, "This shit beyond me"
[Verse 3]
Yo, okay, I'm back in
Gettin' it crackin' with your broad
After she helped me get my rocks off, she fucked the squad
They think I'm a bitch because they heard the sad songs, that's a facade
I'm one of them **** that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God
And I don't want no problems, really
I'm just tryna get my sack up
But if there's a problem, bruh gon come and shoot you from the neck up
That bitch a lil giraffe, the way she bend over and neck us
Got killa TECs, the silver black Berettas
If they disrespect us
[Verse 4]
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way
[Verse 5]
Yeah, way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way
Way, way, way, way, way, way
The fuck out my way, way, c'mon
Written by: Chauncey Hollis, Jarad Higgins