Umm, ride around with that Nina, like, cash out (Yeah) And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah) Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah) Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah) So, bitch I'ma black out (Yeah) Ayy, Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not? Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt) They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?) Like fuck is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah) And the label is mad we taking the money from them Fuck is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly) I don't even got my license, but fuck it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah) I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room and her ass out (Come here) [Verse 1: G Herbo] Ayy, Juice, what you say about pasto? Put his lil' dirty ass out This shit like five a bag now I'm smokin' ZaZa 'til I pass out These broke ass niggas so funny, like "Haha" Take a look at 'em, I laugh out I be dripping G-Fazos, Balenci' so much I can't even bring none of the Raf out Now, I ain't ever fuck no junkie (No) But I got some top in the crack house (Oh) She goin' so long I tapped out Did my lil' thing then I blacked-out And I'm in Bali right now But it ain't none to bring the 'Raq out We did our thing, went out on a lick We just thought about Lil' Rock and then zapped out Billion dollar schemes all mapped out Six 'Lac trucks all blacked-out We in it to win, we spinning the Ben' My nigga, this ain't nothing to act 'bout Jumped in, I couldn't swim, but I grew a fin Now I rip a fuck nigga back out I'm sober again, but give Juice a ten And he probably bring you some Act' out (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Juice WRLD & G Herbo] Umm, ride around with that Nina, like, cash out (Yeah) And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah) Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah) Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah) So, bitch I'ma black out (Yeah) Ayy, Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not? Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt) They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?) Like, fuck, is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah) And the label is mad we taking the money from them Fuck, is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly) I don't even got my license, but fuck it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah) I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room and her ass out (Come here) [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Smoking on KD pack (Dawg) Like a sick dog, they put his ass down (Bitch) But them niggas is pussies, they cats now (Pussies) They get beat like a thief if they act out (Yeah) Turn the studio into a crackhouse (Yeah) The computer's the kitchen, the mic is a dish The coke getting cut in the background (Yeah) I feel like I'm El Chapo when it come to music I got me a couple of plaques now (Yeah) Comin' out the MAC, it's a gun sound (Hey) Sittin' on my wrist, it's a bust-down (Hey) Put .30 in the clip, take a opp to the face Put that price on your head, they'll be coming your way While they hunting you down, me and bae on a date Ayy, I got the shrooms with the steak Pockets just like my belly, I already ate Ayy, talkin' tough ain't okay, sealed your fate, make a nigga relocate Ayy, I put the .45 to his face, need everything, he said A-OK Ayy, niggas get scared when you up them sticks Used to hit stains, get Schwifty like Rick Yeah, I'm with the love of my life right now Back in the day, probably bust on your bitch [Chorus: Juice WRLD & G Herbo] Umm, ride around with that Nina, like, cash out (Yeah) And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah) Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah) Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah) So, bitch, I'ma black out (Yeah) Ayy, Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not? Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt) They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?) Like fuck is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah) And the label is mad we taking the money from them Fuck is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly) I don't even got my license, but fuck it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah) I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room and her ass out (Come here)
