R.I.P Juice

Lyrics

[Verse] You do... Yuh, ay why oh why You do me like that No I'm not fine, I'm like oh why oh why All the shit I like, you do it right I'm obsessed, oh why Oh why oh why she in love with him but he's not that guy If I take you out let's got for a ride I got Gucci slides in my [?] Yeah, pull up on shorty she [?] Wear all of this yellow, her sweater still look like a beehive Told her behave, I got money can't you really see bae This niggas shopping on e-Bay (huh) I get my shit from the store Your money little like Stewart I got a lot but I want me some more Can't fuck with no thots they know money is [?] Run my money up just like a relay It's a [?] he say she say Just play my shit on replay And that's all that I ask I want me the plays, I want me the bag I want me the crib, I want me the jag I want me the shit that a nigga ain't had If I get the bread break it in half And I smoke up the zip fuck a half It's so much money I laugh (haha) Fuckin' yo girl cause she got a back I said giggity giggity boo Into creep shit what you gettin into Count up my hunnids know that they blue Like that nigga blue I got a clue I could tell that this girl really through She ain't know this expensive cologne Roll up Marley when I'm in my zone Really tryna get out of my schoo I've been doing this shit for too long I just want me a crib with a pool Like a thug I be rockin Vlone R.I.P. that nigga Juice That shit made me shed a tear All of my idols I lose I need to meet Lil Boat or Tyler or sumn shit that would be cool Flexin on niggas with all of my jewels I'm texting these bitches they eat me like fruit And you know that this shit never stop And you know Imma race to the top Fuck around and spend all of my guap It's the chances I'm taking a lot Hey, that nigga shit What's he at nigga without a plot Hey, chasing my dreams I can never go check in a clock [Outro] Yeah, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah, ah-ah R.I.P. that nigga Juice WRLD