Juice WRLD, DJ Scheme - Buck 50 lyrics

(Ayy, Scheme, you killed it) yeah

I'ma keep it a buck fifty
(Uh) , you can't fuck with me (Uh, uh)
Try to run on me
(What?) , we gon' bust semi's (Grrah
Grrah)
In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)
I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)
Nigga, this my city (Uh huh, my city)
Come and take a ride with me, oh oh oh
(Ride with me)

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
Hop off on your ass and go earn some
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some
I don't go shopping without my gun (yeah)
30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt
(Blunt)
40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz


(Sticks) , uh
Livin' my life on the money hunt

Hatin' on me, but they wanna
Bе just like me, i know
Jealousy is onе of the
Ugliest things to show, oh
Poppin' A-215s, the only thing that numbs
Yeah, yeah, hit the plug
Now I'm tryna get her some
These drugs got me stuck inside a prison
They put me in the groove
Help me find my rhythm
I take drugs and tote my pistol
FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim
Pockets got Death Race for Love money in 'em
We set up shops
Catch an opp then we skin 'em
Then mail his head to
His motherfuckin' children
My goal is billions, I'm up millions
Superstar, not a civilian
Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin'
I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch
I'm billin'
At least I ain't drug dealin'
Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket
I don't kick it with
Groupies, with my bitch, i'm bickin' it
Me and her get so high
We can't feel ligaments
Still fuckin' off of the Perkies
We intimate
Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga

I'ma keep it a buck fifty
(Uh) , you can't fuck with me (Uh, uh)
Try to run on me (yeah, what?) , we gon'
Bust semi's (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh, yeah)
I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys
(Uh, yeah)
Nigga, this my city (Uh huh, my city)
Come and take a ride with me, oh oh oh
(Ride with me)

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
Hop off your ass and go earn some (Uh)
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis (Uh)
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some (Uh)
I don't go shopping without my gun (Uh)
30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt
(Uh)
40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz
(Uh) , uh livin' my life on the money hunt

Uh, smokin' these Runtz
Hitting your bitch from the back
And the front, uh, uh
Poppin' these Percs
I might just go berserk and fuck
On a bitch all night long
I got thots inside my house
One way in and one way out
Put my dick up in they mouth
Tryna feel what they talking 'bout
I'm at Coachella, double R on
The truck, feel like Birdman
I'm a Young Stunna (yeah)
Not a pedestrian, I shoot
A movie like cameras, gunner and Gunna
(Oh yeah) bitch, I'm a superstar
I may pull up in a
Supercar fuckin' yo' mama
Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR
Screamin' out, "Slatt" with my gun drawn
Opps comin' from everywhere
Call of Duty how they spawn
But I got killers everywhere
Bullshit is what they're on
It's three strikes in this game of
Life, but I ain't worried, i'm Barry Bonds
Knock it out the park, Barry
(I feel like Rick James)
Or maybe Rick and Morty 'cause
My life is insane

I'ma keep it a buck fifty
(Uh) , you can't fuck with me (Uh, uh)
Try to run on me (yeah, what?) , we gon'
Bust semi's (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh)
I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh)
Nigga, this my city (Uh huh, my city)
Come and take a ride with me, oh oh oh
(Ride with me)

Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
Hop off your ass and go earn some (Uh)
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis (Uh)
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some (Uh)
I don't go shopping without my gun (Uh)
30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt
(Uh)
40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz
(Uh) , uh livin' my life on the money hunt