Juice WRLD - From the Bottom lyrics

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So much medicine in me, I'm like a pharmacy
I stay at the W, you niggas at the DoubleTree
Baby I'm just fuckin' you
You know you get no love from me
Fuck nigga ran up
(yeah) , thank God I had my gun on me
I ain't gon' stop for nobody
I don't love you, I just love on your body
I kick that shit like I'm doin' karate
Gun'll stretch you out, my choppa Pilates
Fuck with my money, I catch me a body
I'm in the studio, don't do parts
Put your guns in the air nigga
Let's get gnarly
Suck me good, let's get naughty
Bitch it's on, bitch it's poppin'
Bitch it's crackin', bitch it's brackin'
You niggas ain't 'bout that action
My hand stay on my ratchet
I grew up really trappin'
Ran up the money, ran up the bag
You niggas all in my way
I'm in my prime, I'm in my bag
None of you niggas are fuckin' with me
Perc 3-0 to the face, uh
Take another one in a minute, uh
Put my dick in her face, uh
She wanna have my son, I'm tempted, uh
Look at the sauce, I'm drippin', uh
I may take your bitch for a minute, uh
Nigga, be realistic, uh
She want a real nigga
Kill Bill she'll kill for me, woah, woah
Lil' Bill with the pills, I be so gone
Choppa with extendos, uh, ain't no weave
Bitch I'm poppin' Perkys, smokin' weed
I'm servin' shit like an entrée, huh
Three K on my wrist, that's an André
Single ladies, stand up like Beyoncé
Finger fuck forty-five for the foreplay
You got your bitch somethin' off Zara
I'm finna take my bitch to Dolce
For four days hundred bands split four ways
Nigga I'm on a roll
I fuck that bitch up in Cali'
Pussy so good had to go get me some more
My niggas still in the trenches
Pull and kick doors
Fuck nigga get on the floor
I'm tryna get they ass out of the
Hood and into the good life
You know I roll with the sinister gang
I feel like Suge Knight
Choppa got a burn like incense
Been a real nigga since I was an infant
Tony Hawk on my grind, no trick tip
Damn right, I'ma hit 'em with a kickflip
Bad bitch and another fuckin' mistress
Ooh, I love when I hit it
Ooh, I love when I'm in it
Ooh, she all in my mentions
Huh, huh, huh, bitches all up in my mansion
Uh huh, flex, uh
I'm feelin' like I am Samson
Huh, I'm hard, uh, my
Nigga harder than granite, uh
I'm finna rule the planet, uh
Nigga, it's Juice the planet

Yeah, uh huh, uh, yeah, oh
Fuck that ho, yeah, wait, let it go, huh
Yeah
I do white, I do red, I do purple, huh, yeah
I serve green, I serve brown
I serve yellow, huh, yeah

I remember in the trap I was whippin' bricks
Jesse White with the work, I was flippin' it
Want some smoke, then we get
Your ass cancer quick, man
Choppa hit your chest, bullets cancerous
Yeah
Mama mad at me, I'm smokin' cancer sticks
Yeah
I'm a millionaire, mama deal with it, yeah
Life is hard to swallow, take a pill with it
Yeah
Depression on my shoulder but I live with it
Yeah i done came up from the bottom, yeah
Magnum in my pocket, that's a
Gun and a condom, yeah
Snakes in the grass, anaconda, yeah
Feel like Drake or some' 'cause
I started from the bottom, yeah