Uh-huh, yeah-yeah! Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
With, uh, lots of caramel (Bitch)
I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
On a Eminem beat, ironically. Yeah-yeah, three years. Uh, uh, okay
Sanderlei Silveira - 26/06/2023 - ES X
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah! Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
With, uh, lots of caramel (Bitch)
I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
On a Eminem beat, ironically. Yeah-yeah, three years. Uh, uh, okay
[Verse: Cordae & Juice WRLD]
I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
With a bronze frame and a tattoo of my mom's name
This industry has nothin' to offer beyond fame
Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James
Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer
I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher
Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah
I'm too fast, gettin' this cash
Get in the way, get your brain bashed
Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face
I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced
Y'all niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase
Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight
Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage
For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid
And since the sixth grade, I been great, no sensei
My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
I smoke ten J's with two hoes that go both ways
Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with
A nun on Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (Woah, ayy)
Me and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the Universe
You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?"
Something that's very fuckin' expensive, I deserve to brag
I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap
Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash
The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed
See, what you know about my life and my troubled past?
Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash, copped the duffle bag
Ten bands on my fuckin' ass, that's a subtle brag
Hi Level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah
Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play
Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face
Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (Uh)
Carry him, then bury him, barbarian
Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian
My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin
Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, it's embarrassin'
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah! Juice spiser en, åh, is
Med, åh, masser af karamel (tæve)
Jeg havde lige en is -sandwich, M & Ms
Ironisk nok på et Eminem -beat. Yeah-yeah, tre år. Åh, åh, okay
[Vers: Cordae & Juice WRLD]
Jeg er den type, der kommer i spillet og bare lancerer smerter
Med en bronzramme og en tatovering af min mors navn
Denne branche har intet at tilbyde ud over berømmelse
Tid til at tage disse niggas til skolen, LeBron James
Lektion én, jeg er en dårlig lærer, der gav klassen anfald
Smash Divas, Stash Reefer i laboratoriefryseren
Jeg fandt, at Reefer Cordae stakede bagpå laboratoriet
Så jeg er i klassen, smokin 'gas, slappin' klassen predikant
Bring huset ned på dig hoes, dronning latifah
Jeg er for hurtig, får disse kontanter
Kom i vejen, få din hjerne bashed
Chopper gon 'smash, hittin' dit ansigt
Jeg er bundet op, ligesom en sko, min flow snøres
I niggas så falsk, vask dit ansigt i mit udstillingsvindue
Friskere end colgate, få hoes til at vente, jeg holder vægt på
Flaske rosé i ruller, drivin 'med road raseri
I ti dage, fra Xans, skal du bare prøve at få betalt
Og siden sjette klasse har jeg været stor, ingen sensei
Min husleje betalte i ti dages, fordi min pen er fantastisk
Jeg ryger ti J'er med to hoes, der går begge veje
Sjovt, hvordan to plus to er lig med forspil
Talin 'of Foreplay, havde dette lort i gangen med
En nonne på søndag, antager jeg, at jeg bare er for velsignet (Woah, Ayy)
Mig og min nigga juice wrld takin 'over universet
Du vidste det først, fik min mor Chanel med den nyeste pung
Birkin Bag, har aldrig ondt at spørge, "Hvilken type pung er det?"
Noget der er meget fuckin 'dyre, jeg fortjener at prale
Jeg myrder spor, dette er ikke mumle, det er mord rap
Type lort din bedstemor forstå med hendes gamle røv
Brug en halv million, gå derefter tilbage og lav nogle flere kontanter
Hårudløseren brasiliansk, du ville få hele hætten vokset
Se, hvad du ved om mit liv og min urolige fortid?
Tog shuttle -paset, ramte indkøbscenteret, jeg fik dobbelt kontanter, copped duffle tasken
Ti band på min fuckin 'røv, det er en subtil pragk
Hej niveau, vi er at gøre bevægelser, ramte kruset hurtigt, ah
Bryt kramlen, få en sæk, det er en fumble på stykket
Ikke i mit hus, han ligner mutombo i ansigtet
Efterlad ham spinnin 'som en tragtsky med lyn og noget torden
Ligesom guiden til O-Z, den måde, vi bærer ham væk på (åh)
Bær ham og begrav ham derefter, barbarisk
Oksekød med nogen, selvom du er vegetarisk
Min strøm på ebola, din strøm har bare brug for claritin
Runnin 'Laps' Round These Chaps, det er pinlig '