Juice WRLD - Flaws lyrics

One to eleven ABK shit, you know
I be fleein' gang shit, you know I rock
999, 999, ho
G-Money, we gettin' money, right?
Huh, ya dig

She in love with my flaws
Put Versace on my draws
That bitch know that I'm a boss
I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy
I ain't ever off, yeah
All I do is floss, yeah
Double G my outfit, 'cause it
Cost to be the boss, yeah
Racks up, racks up
I don't fuck with nobody I hate y'all
I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf
Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg
Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce
Migos in the trap, like Takeoff
Big guns, they'll take yo' face off
Can't see these fuck-niggas
Like Ray Charles, yeah

A hunnid bands, spend all that shit
She looked at my whole team
Then fucked on them he say he want smoke
We'll up on him, and we'll bust at them
They don't want no static
Rock my choker, and tote my ratchet
Do a drill, listenin' to Lenny Kravitz
Off a pill, I dunk, Shaquille
Tight jeans, bankrolls for sex appeal, yeah

She in love with my flaws
Put Versace on my draws
That bitch know that I'm a boss
I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy
I ain't ever off, yeah
All I do is floss, yeah
Double G my outfit, 'cause it
Cost to be the boss, yeah
Racks up, racks up
I don't fuck with nobody I hate y'all
I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf
Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg
Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce
Migos in the trap, like Takeoff
Big guns, they'll take yo' face off
Can't see these fuck-niggas
Like Ray Charles, yeah

She in love with my flaws
Put Versace on my draws
That bitch know that I'm a boss
I'ma catch like Randy Moss, ayy
I ain't ever off, yeah
All I do is floss, yeah
Double G my outfit, 'cause it
Cost to be the boss, yeah
Racks up, racks up
I don't fuck with nobody I hate y'all
I'm a killer at heart, like Adolf
Boy that shit dead, like Nate Dogg
Say you want beef trouble, like Steak Sauce
Migos in the trap, like Takeoff
Big guns, they'll take yo' face off
Can't see these fuck-niggas
Like Ray Charles, yeah