Honestly (feat. Juice WRLD)

And we sippin' purple, nigga, yeah Honestly (Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?) Honestly Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, they under me Honestly, I wanna be On the beach, white sand up under me, comfortably (comfortably) I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's) Louis V (Louis V), they like, "Who is he?" Ayy Honestly, when I was broke as fuck, you ain't notice me You thought days I was posted up At the county jail where I'm 'posed to be Now young nigga eating overly, I got hunnids old as trees And money don't grow on trees But I'm gon' blow it like leaves, ayy Pull up with turbo V's, ayy, two-door AMG's, ayy I started witnessing some of the shit That felt like it was make-believe, ayy Lil' nigga neck on freeze, ayy Spent a hunnid racks on these, ayy Seen't 'em tryna keep up and then lost everything I can't let that happen to me, ayy Feeling alive, I'm so happy to be, ayy You killing my vibe, fuck how long you bitches you see me Be happy for me, ayy I'm fresh all the time, but you know my kicks ain't Buscemi Capital G Fazos, Nike need me on the payroll I just took these off a day ago, killers gon' do what I say so Angels gon' give you a halo, and we got money to lay low Now when it come to the bread, I go with it like mayo Can't let it go to my head, I had way too many days broke Honestly Honestly Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, they under me Honestly, I wanna be On the beach, white sand up under me, comfortably (comfortably) I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's) Louis V (Louis V), they like, "Who is he?" Ayy I say honestly, I need honesty Get rich and I make my mama proud of me A young rich nigga, that's what I'm 'bout to be Rolling gas, boy, yo' shit not loud to me I'm getting used to the fake niggas crowding me I got demons and these niggas brought 'em out of me I'm on my boss shit, ain't no clowning me Let's fuck up Saks Fifth, hit the town on me Me and Herbo pull up in a Bentley coupe (skrrt, skrrt) Ain't no telling what we'll say or what we'll do Smoke Gelato out the zip, feel like jet fuel We'll never let a fuck nigga know our next move Run up them big bags (run it), that's what we into We just some real niggas, look what we been through I put Gucci on my backpack, but I don't like school I know you may love me (right), but bitch I don't like you (like you) Honestly Honestly Everything I wanna be, gotta work 'til it come to me Ain't wanna be no wannabe, wannabes, they under me Honestly, I wanna be On the beach, white sand up under me, comfortably (comfortably) I just want 100 G's (100 G's), foreign V's (foreign V's) Louis V (Louis V), they like, "Who is he?" Ayy