Juice WRLD - No Evidence (Magician) lyrics

Put tints on the whip, oh oh oh
Rebel Yell, nigga, hm

Pew, put tints on the whip
So we can fuck anywhere
I'm taking these perc 30's
I take 'em like vitamins
My clothes vetements
I dress like a gentlemen
Hard Body, no Gentlemen
Kill 'em all no evidence

Hm, murder i'm real nigga fuck that other
Shit you heard of
Me going broke? Huh, that shit is unheard of
That bitch wet she like a Squirtle
I just fucked your mom
I ain't know she wore a girdle, uh
Arm in it, yeah, yeah, Vince Carter
She tell me I look like money, yeah
That make my dick harder
I'm in Atlana with them slatts
I'm in Chicago with No Limit
Spend a hundred fucking thousand
Dollars already this year, huh
I'm a magician make the money disappear, huh
40 on me I get fuck niggas outta here, huh
The shit I got is too
Expensive, you can't wear it, uh
Givenchy, my jeans, them bitches tearing, huh
Your boyfriend broke, baby is
You embarrased? Huh, yeah
I know you embarrased
Spending this money just like a wheel
I feel like Ferris
I wasn't fucking with highschool
Bueller Ferris ay, she suck my dick
And she say she enjoyed it get in my ear
'lil bitch you know you that you annoying
Got a bit excited
I don't fuck with them borings
I told 'em she blow my dick like porridge
Baby, we should go to where I live
Baby, we should go to my crib
I'm so high right now, hey
I don't even know where I live
We should take a drive through the 'Ville
(Haha) i could go forever
Fuck your hoe forever
It don't matter the weather
I'ma get that bitch wetter
It's Givenchy my sweater
I ain't never been a rat
I ain't never been a mouse
But I'm 'bout my cheddar
I'm up in the era i do it forever
I don't give her effort
I don't give a f, I'm playin'
I give 'em my effort pro finesser
Natural sexster i won't text her
I'ma just sext her
Even when I'm right next to her
I'ma just sext her then I'ma caress her
Get the brain, tell I love her
I finessed her that's my main
Nah I'm joking that's my nextie
Take cruise, when I'm flying
Bitch I'm flexing
Run up on his ass, choppa hit him, I'm sorry
Presidental rollie, like Obama, oh
Run up on me you don't want the drama, oh
Everyday I'm counting up the commas, oh
She tell me I'm a god, I need a godess, oh
Fuck her from the back
I'm being modess to her
Try me if you want, that shit over with
I smoke you like Ganja
I ain't with that sober shit
Three percies in my brain, I done overdid it
Hope the police listen
I don't give a fuck about that
I'm gon' fuck that system
I'm finna get up out that
I got court in october
I'm finna get up out that
They tried book me
They say I'm a felon, they say I'm a savage

Pew, put tints on the whip
So we can fuck anywhere
I'm taking these perc 30's
I take 'em like vitamins
My clothes vetements
I dress like a gentlemen
Hard Body, no Gentlemen
Kill 'em all no evidence