Different - Future, Juice WRLD, Yung Bans

Just to…

Yeah, yeah

Wheezy outta here

Ahh-aha

We live this shit for real (For real, forr eal)

I blow money on my bitch

They killed a kid, that bitch my city

They bad as saditty

I’d fuck it, I admit it

Can’t wait to hit it

Money, I’m gon' get it

I’m so terrific

That’s the way I’m livin'

That’s the way I’m buildin'

Always be gettin' it, panic decision

Flooded my wrist, you ain’t gon' get missed

Hit it with extended, that pussy gettin' it

When I pop that Perc, I can fuck that bitch, make her go (Ahh)

Yeah, yeah, in the sheets

Uh, call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets

Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, «Rest in peace»

And if it smell like water, fuck it, I’ll kiss it to sleep

I’m the realest, feel like 2Pac, call me Makaveli

It really ain’t shit a broke nigga can tell me

I’m walkin' around with the chopper, it heavy

Popped that lil' boy, sound like confetti

Shot that lil' boy, now you in Heaven

I only like girls, told my mama don’t worry

She hate on my car cause she said it look girly

Ain’t fuckin' these bitches, I know y’all ain’t worthy

Don’t play the position, you gon' lose your jersey

She’s a good girl, now she turned bad

Want a rich nigga?

Gotta earn him

Yeah, want a rich nigga?

Gotta earn

And I’m straighter than a damn perm

Bought a million, now done wait your turn

Yeah…

Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story

I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that’s mandatory

Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty

Yeah, just chillin, I’m still the richest nigga in the buildin'

New car got stars in the ceilin'

AMIRI my jeans, rip in the denim

New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em

Fuck her, then leave, I’m not sentimental

Pussy good, I’ma go in raw when I hit it

Told me she would give it all for a nigga

Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a nigga

And take my body case if I get it

Wockhardt with the Actavis, I’m sippin'

I still got Molly in my system

I still got Xannys on my mental

It’s been a couple years since I quit 'em

I don’t wanna relapse but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it

I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I’m gettin' sick of em

When I pop that Perc, I can fuck that bitch, make her go (Ahh)

Yeah, yeah, in the sheets

Uh, call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets

Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, «Rest in peace»

And if it smell like water, fuck it, I’ll kiss it to sleep