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Shot Em Down
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Juice WRLD
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DY Krazy Yeah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap) In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap) Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah) I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching) So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah) I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yеah) Ice on my wrist, like I got a fevеr F**k her all night, I need a breather I don't want drugs, b*t*h, I need 'em Pop me a Perc, I don't even got a reason Pop me an opp, don't even got a reason I just hate it when all my opps be breathin' Smoking Gelato, I'm coughin' and wheezin' Rollin' up strong, puffin' on seedless Every season is money season I'm K Dot with these money trees shadin' me Hundred dollar bill racks on me Three million dollars deals, life on fleek Broke n***as can't afford to speak New watch, ten mortgages I'ma talk my sh*t, lace up the Gucci shoes, walk my sh*t (Okay) Remember working for minimum wage, felt like I was in a cage I done got rich and made a way Sh*t, I done got rich and made a wave Gotta thank God for the alley-oop I drove to the hole, he set the play I dare a n***a try and take this away I'ma grab the Smith N', put a hole in his face Now I got all these n***a's b*t*hes tweakin', blowin' my DMs down (Down) Tellin' me all the freaky sh*t they gon' do when they man not around Tellin' me that they want me, that they down to hold me down (Down) But I know for a fact they gon' do the same sh*t to me when a richer n***a come in they town Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap) In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap) Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah) I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching) So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah) I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Count up a grip, tie up the Ricks Get shot in the face if you talkin' that sh*t I'm with all the smoke, turnin' n***as to spliffs Chopper know karate 'cause the b*t*h got a kick In the studio, spittin' STDs, everything a n***a say super sick Put a fifty in it, yeah, a t**ty in it I be really with it, I done really came from the trenches You know that my n***as gon' win Yeah, my life is a blessing, all I do is grin Booling out on a hundred thousand dollar rim I put the Kevin in Kevin Durant All these W's, I feel like a champ That's 'cause I am, yeah, blessed, through the stress I thank God, without him, wouldn't be here Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap) In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap) Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah) I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching) So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah) I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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