Juice WRLD - 67 lyrics

Bitch, it's on hit-Boy 
I  make it look easy in these, oh
I make it look easy in a foreign
I got all this green like I'm a sergeant
I  got all this green like I was farming
She  call me the army leader, sergeant
I woke up in the middle of this darkness
Yeah,   yeah, uh
I got all this green like I was what? Uh

I got all this green like I was farming, uh
I'm the army leader, I'm the sergeant, uh
I  need yellow bones on that Mars shit, uh
I'm not from this planet, I'm a martian, uh
I ain't getting drunk but I got bars, yeah
Uh
Servin' rounds like you at a bar, yeah, uh
My gun sing, I feel like Barbra Streisand, uh
Cowboy this revolver in my left hand, uh
Married to this money, uh holy matrimony, uh
He think that he real, uh
Your boyfriend a phony, uh
Turn his face to pizza
Choppa make him pepperoni, uh
I'm the type to pull up, then
I flex my fucking Rollie, uh
AP on my wrist but it get deeper
I go back to school just to shit
And then fuck on the bad teachers
Give a fuck about you
Prolly getting head behind
The goddamn bleachers
You don't fuck with me
That's cool 'cause I don't
Fuck with me either
I'm hot, just caught a fever, she scream
"Oh baby" like Justin Bieber
I pull up on the scene bring the
House down like I'm Queen Latifah
You could try me if you want
You will get smoke like Wiz, no Khalifa
And I don't even smoke reefer, nigga
I don't even smoke reefer
Yeah, but keep them percs coming
If I go broke, back to the trap
Just keep that work coming
I'm praying every day
But I don't go to church for nothin'
You know that the pastor be fronting
He think he be talkin' 'bout somethin'
That nigga probably fucking your
Mommy, huh, huh, huh
If I'm being honest, huh, yeah, huh, shit
I ain't just talking
Nigga, I don't talk it I walk it
And I don't do shit without offers
I told you, my nigga, I'm awfully awesome
I probably got powers like Austin
Pull up to your apartment
I leave a bomb like the
Marathon running in Boston
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, look what I did
Huh, huh, baby, huh, see it, uh
She hold up my kid, uh
Huh, Home A huh, lone, huh
I'm in your crib, uh, huh
But this ain't, huh
Two people chasin' a white kid, uh, huh
Yeah glizzy on me, huh
I get busy, I get jiggy, I get jiggy on it
Huh i can't hear what you saying
Why you goin' Iggy on me? Huh
I can't hear what you saying, why you goin'
Iggy on me? Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Pockets, huh, bands, huh, choppa
Uh, from, huh, Afghanistan, huh
50, huh, Cent, huh, said it, huh, best, huh
Many, huh, men, huh, wishing death
And I don't got time for it
I just got Tom Ford
I don't even got change for these
Hoes, you can't have a dime, boy
I feel like Kobe in the fourth
I ain't passing no dimes, boy
I'm 'bout mine with the gun, it
Sing like it's Cece Winans, boy
Listen to how I spazz on they ass
Leave 'em leaking like a maxi pad
It's me and Max Lord in the
Studio counting up all these racks
I used to fuck with the Xans
Now it's Percs in my hand
I used to fuck with the work and now
I got no work in my hand
Nigga, you know where we
Stand, huh, huh, huh, huh
Boy, your bitch is a stan, huh
If I fall in love then I'm
Gon' turn into Stan, huh, ayy
If she leave me, I'm driving off
Of that bridge, huh, yeah, hahaha, damn
Uh, uh, keep that, I'ma do one more take