od #RIPJUICEWRLD

[Chorus]
Chillin on the Ocean Avenue smoking za
Mother fucker try to run up on me he get popped
Rest in peace to Juice would rather OD than deal with cops
You look sweet, you ain't with the shits, you can get robbed
Heard he pillow-talking to the opps, turn him to a blob
Do a drive by, get em wacked, put em on a blog
You broke as shit, boy go get a job
Got a gen 5 on my hip I bet it make you jog

[Verse]
There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I would wait for an opp and I would shoot
I don't want that money unless that money blue
I got Tornado Mart on my ass I don't do True's
I'm a underground artist Dracwolley won't sue
Tell em try that shit I send them boys right to Juice
Free Palestine but I ain't Ye I don't hate Jews
Send that boy to hell if his name Netenyahu
Boy I'm on my bullshit
Pussy try to play me imma empty out the full clip
Horny as a mothafucka tell yo bitch to pull it
I might make a weed brand I just got a load in
This ain't even my final form bitch it's still loading
Go get you some money you won't ever catch me loaning
Say you got the bands in your raps want you to show it
Bitches in the stands shaking ass and they show tits
Bitch you know I'm blowing

[Chorus]
Chillin on the Ocean Avenue smoking za
Mother fucker try to run up on me he get popped
Rest in peace to Juice would rather OD than deal with cops
You look sweet, you ain't with the shits, you can get robbed
Heard he pillow-talking to the opps, turn him to a blob
Do a drive by, get em wacked, put em on a blog
You broke as shit, boy go get a job
Got a gen 5 on my hip I bet it make you jog