*** Scene Lyrics by Juice WRLD
Body bag this ***
Body bag (Smoking kimber crisp, stupid ***)
Put the beat in a body bag
Two years ago (Uh)
Two years ago I was broke (Uh, let’s go)
Okay
Two years ago, I was broke (For real)
Two years later, I’m rich (Uh-huh)
Ain’t that bout a ***? (It is)
Life’s a pretty *** (***)
They say they wanna fight (Huh?)
Ain’t that why I bought a blick? (Yeah)
Niggas ain’t on ***, pull up on his block wit’ the tints (Blaow, blaow)
Minding my own business, getting to the millions (Yeah)
*** I’m chilling, I mean booling (Yeah)
Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling (Yeah)
I put the evil in evil villain (Yeah)
Like he Evel Knievel, I leave him crippled (Uh-huh)
Got No Limit the gang, and they riding with me
Make a ***, ***, *** scene
Smoke too much, I need visine (Yeah, yeah)
Smoking white runtz I don’t do irine (Yeah, yeah)
Pop percocets ’til my eyes bleed (Yeah, yeah)
Then I hop in the car, do a *** speed (Skrr, skrr)
Police, they can’t catch me
They used to seeing my spoiler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I *** a bad ***, I’ma record her
Diamonds on splash, wetter than water (Let’s go)
Family, money, respect and power, uh-huh, uh-huh, in that order
Used to hide bricks behind the shower, uh-huh, They was coming from the border (uh-huh)
I be collecting the money, I stack it inside of my hands like a hoarder (Uh-huh)
Hit the strip club, make it rain, shake like I’m listening to Travis Porter (Uh-huh)
I got some millions stacked up, but I guess I need more and more (Uh)
Baguetties on me, and I’m racked up, bet you never seen this before (Bling bling bling, uh)
Never seen a *** like me before
Give her the wood like I deliver Home Depot (Yeah, Yeah)
I’m in the hood, 40 in the Gucci peacoat (Yeah, Yeah)
Run up in a *** house, take his *** like repo (Brr, Brr, Brr)
Pockets fat of that green, CeeLo
My money fat like green, CeeLo
Remember I was sipping that green, CeeLo
AP on me with a green beam, CeeLo
She not from United States, she from Rio
The other *** *** came from Puerto Rico
Blue pills slow my ass down like Ne-Yo
I don’t do the white, but I used to sell kilos
Two years ago, I was broke (Yeah)
Two years later, I’m rich (For real)
Ain’t that bout a ***? (For real)
Life’s a pretty *** (For real)
They say they wanna fight (Why?)
Ain’t that why I bought a blick? (Yeah)
Niggas ain’t on ***, pull up on his block wit’ the tints (Blaow, blaow)
Minding my own business, getting to the millions (Yeah)
*** I’m chilling, I mean booling (Yeah)
Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling (Yeah)
I put the evil in evil villain (Yeah)
Like he Evel Knievel, I leave him crippled (Uh-huh)
Got No Limit the gang, and they riding with me (Yeah, Yeah)
Make a ***, ***, *** scene (Brr, Brr)
Top on the beat, bicking back, he blood (Uh)
We won’t stop ’til we see blood (Uh-huh)
I’m No Limit Gang or none (Yeah)
But I still know some crips and bloods (Gang, Gang, Gang)
R-I-P to Nipsey, used to get it cracking cuz
Shoutout to all my slimes and slatts (Slatts, slatts, slatts, slatts)
Choppas on deck they be making it brack
In the studio, ***, I be spitting up brack
Bullets hitting his chest, catch an asthma attack
Found out that he died, after the fact
Made him famous, put his name on the map
Radric Davis, I’m in Gucci again (Yeah)
Double G scarf watch it blow in the wind
*** to his heart, bet it tear him apart
Now his friends want a part, so we pull up again
I was in the park, off the meds
I was driving the car, off the xans
Pull up we spark, guns we spark, niggas we spark, blasting
At the end of the day, they don’t got *** to say
I’m a young ***, handle all of my biz (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got the rock in my hand, LeBron James, I’m balling
May move to Bora Bora (Uh-huh), don’t wanna be in the U.S. no more (Uh-huh)
I’m a young lion now hear me roar (Uh)
While my enemies hit the floor (Uh-huh)
May move to Bora Bora (Uh-huh), can’t be in the U.S. no more (Uh-huh)
One of these *** niggas gon try me, paint his face with a Glock like he in Sephora (Brr, Brr, Brr, Brr, Brr)
Two years ago, I was broke (Was broke)
Two years later, I’m rich (Rich)
Ain’t that bout a ***? (***)
Life’s a pretty *** (She a ***)
They say they wanna fight (Why?)
Ain’t that why I bought a blick? (Brr, Brr, Brr)
Niggas ain’t on ***, pull up on his block wit’ the tints (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Minding my own business, getting to the millions (Yeah)
*** I’m chilling, I mean booling (Yeah)
Stacking them Franklins to the ceiling (Yeah)
I put the evil in evil villain (Yeah)
Like he Evel Knievel, I leave him crippled (Uh-huh)
Got No Limit the gang, and they riding with me (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Make a ***, ***, *** scene (Oh)