| Uh, yeah |
| Ecstasy takin' rockstar steez |
| Ecstasy takin' rockstar steez |
| Yeah, I like that, uh |
| Ecstasy takin' rockstar steez |
| Make a bad bitch get on her knees |
| Ask, «Can she suck my dick?» |
| Yes, please |
| Put it in her throat, shorty choked, then sneezed |
| I see the world from my window |
| I ain’t goin' outside, see it through my window |
| Money from the record label, spend it all on ammo |
| Livin' in paranoia, got me livin' like I’m Rambo |
| Life is a TV show, if you try me, it’ll be canceled |
| .223s stick you just like a IV, hospital |
| My wifey fuck me off of the white and Malcolm middle |
| Put it in her mouth, Juice WRLD popsicle |
| I’m official, I’m geeked out, ho, Molly Manson |
| The Devil tryna tease me, he snortin' in my mansion |
| Mario, Luigi, my bros to the bitter end |
| All I know is slatt shit and gang shit, fuck a friend |
| If she sendin' you ass pics, you should fuck her then |
| Take her to the palace just to put the Buck in Buckingham |
| It all started with three Xans |
| Switched up to the Percs, committed treason, uh |
| Now it’s XO in my hand |
| I see the world from my window |
| I ain’t goin' outside, see it through my window |
| Money from the record label, spend it all on ammo |
| Livin' in paranoia, got me livin' like I’m Rambo |
| Life is a TV show, if you try me, it’ll be canceled |
| .223s stick you just like a IV, hospital |
| My wifey fuck me off of the white and Malcolm middle |
| Put it in her mouth, Juice WRLD popsicle |
| Her life’s cursed, took a wrong turn |
| Lesson relearned, Satan always comes back to burn |
| All the bridges, impossible to give your soul away, if it’s not yours to give |
| Thankful that I know the truth, for others it’s unfortunate |
| But I heard Hell has a lot of room, so get comfortable |
| Takin' drug after drug, numb the bitter truth |
| I’m a nice high guy, I could love the bitter you |
| 'Member popping pills before it was cool |
| Getting ridiculed back in high school |
| I see the world from my window |
| I ain’t goin' outside, see it through my window |
| Money from the record label, spend it all on ammo |
| Livin' in paranoia, got me livin' like I’m Rambo |
| Life is a TV show, if you try me, it’ll be canceled |
| .223s stick you just like a IV, hospital |
| My wifey fuck me off of the white and Malcolm middle |
| Put it in her mouth, Juice WRLD popsicle |