The Bees Knees - Juice WRLD

Chasing the lean

Rotting my brain (AP Gang)

Let’s do it

Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly

Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me

Sorry to say

Groupie hoes wanna come my way

Come take this pic and get out my face

Ran into my main thing

Come take this dick and you can stay

It’s my year, year, year

Codeine sip, no beer

Holy shit, he’s the shit

Words from my peers

Don’t like me?

You can suck a dick

It’s how it goes around here

Hellboy, oh yeah

6-shooter in the ear

Try me, you wanna fuck with me, bitch, then fuck with me

You wanna kill me, nigga, then pop me

These niggas really want me dead

I don’t really think they’re that lucky

I just told my bitch I love her (I did)

I hope she think I mean it

I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me

I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me

I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me

See, that drug shit hide the ugly

And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me

Dicked up on her, bang, percussion

We had a Snoop Dogg discussion

A sexual eruption

Open up them legs I’m hungry

Bank account erupting

I need me a safe or something

I’m a dirt bike-riding junkie

I don’t need that Wraith for nothin'

But it’s a Wraith for my wrist or somethin'

Hoes wanna raid my wrist or somethin'

The cops wanna raid my crib for nothin'

It’s 'cause we black, that’s how they comin' (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly

Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me

Sorry to say

Groupie hoes wanna come my way

Come take this pic and get out my face

Got champagne glass on my kitchen counter

It’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

Nigga wait

Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m the waviest wave

Tennis chains, forgetting about the world our forefathers paved

Ay, who am I to talk, I’m AP gang

150 on my wrist, okay

You should’ve been afraid, uh

Cookin' up, then I play, uh

Brand new china set for the house

Versace dinner plates, ah

What your momma tell you about getting involved?

Yeah, you got you a gun, but you’re still too soft

You ain’t gon' shoot that bitch at all

If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off

Hot Boy, young Lil Wayne shit

Look at the socks, boy

'Cause I’m a Glock boy

No clue, huggin' a thot boy

Givin' 'em top, where they brain is

I’m a rockstar-lifestyle-livin'

Dirt bike-ridin', totin' stainless

Bank account erupting

I need me a safe or something

I’m a dirt bike-riding junkie

I don’t need that Wraith for nothin'

But it’s a Wraith for my wrist or somethin'

Hoes wanna raid my wrist or somethin'

The cops wanna raid my crib for nothin'

It’s 'cause we black, that’s how they comin'

Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly

Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me

Sorry to say

Groupie hoes wanna come my way

Come take this pic and get out my face

Champagne glass on my kitchen counter

It’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

Let me switch up on y’all fuck niggas

Double-cup pleasure (Double)

Can I feel this way forever?

It don’t matter how fucked up I get offa the drugs

Still givin' my effort, all my effort

Phone line going AWOL, I’m a plug now

They act like my music is the new drug in town

The bee’s knees, I am (The bee’s knees)

The bee’s knees (Bitch I am)

The bee’s knees

It’s time for these hoes let’s three-way

Now I got money I can afford loyalty

It’s a cruel deal, gotta pay for loyalty

To do what I do, you need a whole team

It’s child’s play to me, ay

The bee’s knees, I am

The bee’s knees, I am

OC, never do coke, no

Fuck a nose-bleed

Red and white, God’s cocaine, no seeds

Thots in the Bent', smokin' thrax, countin' up the racks

Bitch, I’m the bee’s knees

I’m OC

Never do coke, no, fuck a nose bleed

Red and white, God’s cocaine, no seeds

Thot’s in the Bently, smokin' thrax, countin' up the racks and the beans

Oh, I’m the bee’s knees

Knees (I am the bee’s knees)

Niggas not ready for this shit at all

Listen, we’re just talkin' that talkin' that talk

We’re just talkin' that boss (That's right)

Mu’fucka, I’m high

A Death Race for Love

I ain’t just racing for love though

My heart racing, my money racing, my mind racing

All blacked-out unless I’m gon' race it

Lucid Dreams still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)

I took her and smiled and you lookin' like «How could she say this?»

(Timeless music, bitch)

Smokin' thrax

Yeah, alright, fuck rap, just need that Black card

This time I’m gon' show you all my heart

(Where the Perc’s at?)

(I thought I told you to stop fuckin' with me)

I’m a business man, so that mean I’m about my business (Preach)

(Hey man, a «bidness man», not a «business man», nigga, a «bidness man»)

ID got that shit

That boy got the shit (No cap, no cap, no cap)

I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball

Just ran the three-man weave