Juice WRLD - Challenger (Iron on Me) lyrics

Don't fuck with me
Chasethemoney, chasethemoney
Bitch, I'm smokin' cookie crisp
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Stupid bitch smoking cookie crisp (Bitch)
Stupid bitch (Uh)
I feel like a chemist with all this weed
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
I just got the mix and shit

I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger
Dare any nigga to challenge it (Uh, huh)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up
Swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura
(Skrtt, uh huh)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked
I'ma shoot him in his face
Until that nigga had enough (Uh, huh)
It feel like Thanksgivin'
I'm getting this dressin'
I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up


(Uh, huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her
(Pull up) your bitch play with my nuts
Like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be riskin' it all every day
I'm a gambler pеrcs, no Adderall
I don't know how I manage it
Fuckin' your bitch, her pantiеs
I collected 'em, huh
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal
(O oh)

Click-clack, fuck-nigga get back
If I see the opps on the corner
Then get back
Them niggas finna get blicked at, ayy
Put the chrome to your dome
Then I'm pushin' your shit back
Split a nigga head like a Kit Kat, ayy
She ask where my dick at, she wanna lick that
Fuck her face, kick her out
Not with the chit-chat
I put a bunch of holes in
The back of your cap
Now your cap look like a snapback, ayy
223's bullet holes through your cap
I'm shootin' accurate
I feel like Ray Allen or somethin'
It isn't a challenge or somethin'
They really ain't challengin' us
They don't got no balance or nun'
I'm juggling money, keep Benjamin comin'
Don't walk it, I run it, I listen to Cudi
I'm fuckin' your bitch and
She givin' me cuddy
I fuck on her buddy, then bust on her buddy
I bust on them both
That's a new Nutty Buddy

I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger
Dare any nigga to challenge it (Uh, huh)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up
Swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura
(Skrtt, uh huh)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked
I'ma shoot him in his face
Until that nigga had enough (Uh, huh)
It feel like Thanksgivin'
I'm getting this dressin'
And I'm gettin' the bread
I'ma count it up (Uh, huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her
(Pull up) your bitch play with my nuts
Like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be riskin' it all every day
I'm a gambler percs, no Adderall
I don't know how I manage it
Fuckin' your bitch
Her panties I collected 'em
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal

Skrrt, skrrt, bitch, vroom
Five bad bitches in the room
When I die, put me in a tomb
So I can get up and move
Nigga, that's what zombies do, oh, yeah
I'm in the sky like Orion
She ridin' me in the back
Of the new coupe, oh, yeah
She tell me she love me, she lyin'
These bitches do what these
Bitches do, oh, oh, yeah
They don't know I keep an iron
Make a wrong move, then I'm gon' shoot, oh
Yeah all my hoes come in two’s
I'ma shoot your boyfriend, then cum on you
Police come, I put the gun on you
New Rover, shoot out the black sunroof
Red Dolce Gabbana, I feel like I'm Piru
Bae, I just wanna fuck, yeah
I really never liked you
I'ma pull up on the opps
Playin' all the new shit
This shit, they gon' commit
Suicide to, I'm through, l-O-L
I be chokin' the opps (Chokin' the opps)
Until I pull up to they spot with a yop'
Choppa bang like Young Chop, uh
Pullin' up to the 'Rari car lot
Just to cop a new drop-top
Pullin' up to the plug with a choppa
It's just in case y'all want drama

I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger
(yeah)
Dare any nigga to challenge it (Uh huh, yeah)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up
Swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura
(Skrtt, uh huh, oh, yeah)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked
I'ma shoot him in his face
Until that nigga had enough
(Uh, uh, grrt, uh huh, oh, yeah)
It feel like Thanksgivin'
I'm getting this dressin' (Uh, baow)
And I'm gettin' the bread
I'ma count it up (Let's go)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her
(Pull up) your bitch play with my nuts
Like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
(Shoo) i be riskin' it all every day
I'm a gambler percs, no Adderall
I don't know how I manage it (Uh, huh)
Fuckin' your bitch, her panties
I collected 'em, huh
(Uh, huh)
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
(Uh, huh)
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal
(Uh huh, yeah)

Ooh, ooh ooh, ooh
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
I'm from the jungle, I feel like an animal
Chasethemoney, chasethemoney bitch