Juice WRLD - A OK (On Tour) lyrics

Boy juice WRLD, we gone
I just told Richie we rich

Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour
If he want the smoke
We pull up to his front door
40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me
Hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid
Fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face
Take your soul away
Like a-okay, a oh a-okay, a oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a oh a-okay, a oh a-okay

Married to this money, matrimony, holy
Got the Gucci glasses for a reason
Help me see the phony
Perkies numb the pain, sometimes
Only sometimes
My baby numb the pain, long nights
Wasn't alright
Day after day, no peace, I'm drug pursuing
Mom and dad
Look at all the fucking drugs I'm doing
I'm taking handout like you dad, you dad
But ain't gon' end up like you dad
No bad dad ma, I know I made you too mad
I ain't bring home A's from my math class
Every other day of school I would skip that
Makes me wonder how I was
Even a high school grad, grad

Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour
If he want the smoke
We pull up to his front door
40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me
Hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid
Fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face
Take your soul away
Like a-okay, a oh a-okay, a oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a oh a-okay, a oh a-okay

I'm on the road, a hundred
And thirty a show, boy
Lookin' at that new Range Rove'
I could really pay for it
I don't got to slay for her
Steal her heart, work a nigga like a slave
Boy got a two-litre, tune you up, pep, boy
I'm a sick dog when I flex on them steroids
Them boys who the fuck is them boys? Oh
You fuck with them boys?
Killed a few of them boys, and
We down to kill they friends, boy
Percocet's my friend, boy, popped
A few of them, overdoin' them
I called his bitch a loser
Asked her why she even bool with him
See, I would ruin him
40 get to fuckin' and screwing him
Start doing him, make shark bait food of him

Bitch, I'm on tour
On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a bonjour
If he want the smoke
We pull up to his front door
40 flip him, parkour
Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me
Hardcore
I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid
Fuck that shit you say
You in my way, chopper hit your face
Take your soul away
Like a-okay, a oh a-okay, a oh a-okay, ayy
Ayy, a oh a-okay, a oh a-okay