R.I.P Juice

[Verse]
You do...
Yuh, ay why oh why
You do me like that
No I'm not fine, I'm like oh why oh why
All the shit I like, you do it right
I'm obsessed, oh why
Oh why oh why she in love with him but he's not that guy
If I take you out let's got for a ride
I got Gucci slides in my [?]
Yeah, pull up on shorty she [?]
Wear all of this yellow, her sweater still look like a beehive
Told her behave, I got money can't you really see bae
This niggas shopping on e-Bay (huh)
I get my shit from the store
Your money little like Stewart
I got a lot but I want me some more
Can't fuck with no thots they know money is [?]
Run my money up just like a relay
It's a [?] he say she say
Just play my shit on replay
And that's all that I ask
I want me the plays, I want me the bag
I want me the crib, I want me the jag
I want me the shit that a nigga ain't had
If I get the bread break it in half
And I smoke up the zip fuck a half
It's so much money I laugh (haha)
Fuckin' yo girl cause she got a back
I said giggity giggity boo
Into creep shit what you gettin into
Count up my hunnids know that they blue
Like that nigga blue I got a clue
I could tell that this girl really through
She ain't know this expensive cologne
Roll up Marley when I'm in my zone
Really tryna get out of my schoo
I've been doing this shit for too long
I just want me a crib with a pool
Like a thug I be rockin Vlone
R.I.P. that nigga Juice
That shit made me shed a tear
All of my idols I lose
I need to meet Lil Boat or Tyler or sumn shit that would be cool
Flexin on niggas with all of my jewels
I'm texting these bitches they eat me like fruit
And you know that this shit never stop
And you know Imma race to the top
Fuck around and spend all of my guap
It's the chances I'm taking a lot
Hey, that nigga shit
What's he at nigga without a plot
Hey, chasing my dreams
I can never go check in a clock

[Outro]
Yeah, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
R.I.P. that nigga Juice WRLD