Make It Back - Juice WRLD

I remember math class, I ain’t do shit, I was just Xanned out

Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now

Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh

All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh

(Wheezy outta here)

Gucci on my feet, uh

Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah

But I don’t give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh

I made that shit back, yeah, uh

Dior on my outfit

Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah

I don’t give no fuck 'cause I’m gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh

I’m gon' make that shit back, yeah

Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love

Talkin' that shit, you get thrown like a double or hundred in the strip club

All of my niggas gettin' money all day, I told ya, I told ya

You don’t want no problems, I’m with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah

.150 with me, with me, chopper is with me, with me

Tell 'em come get me, get me

That lil' bitch need to suck my dick, won’t give her no kissy, kissy

Suck on my dick so hard I thought she left a hicky, hicky

Woo, she a thotty, that’s a icky Vicky

Woo, wishin' for that burner, feel like Tiimmy, Tiimmy

I remember math class, I ain’t do shit, I was just Xanned out

Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now

Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh

All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh

Gucci on my feet, uh

Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah

But I don’t give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh

I made that shit back, yeah