Juice WRLD - Not a Good Fellow Long Day (Hypnotic Original) lyrics

(Good job, First)
Ayy, somethin' more like yellow
Oh, like hello ayy, for real, wait, uh

I had her like, "Hello", lady in the yellow
I smoke marijuana, that shit make me mellow
Play her like a cello, not a good fellow, uh
Play her like a cello, not a good fellow, uh
Had that bitch at "Hello"
Lady in the yellow i be rollin' marijuana
That shit help me mellow
Play her like a cello, not a good fellow
Play her like a cello
Bitch I'm not a good fellow

Heard you do good, I could do better, uh
Hеard you get your girl wet
I get that bitch wеtter, uh
Balenciaga my sweater, uh, wear
That bitch whenever, uh
Change up my clothes when they
Change up the weather, uh
Huh, ball so hard, I need a scholarship
You know it
Give me that head just like a scholarship
Stay focused
Magic act when I up that choppa, Hocus Pocus
Make 'em disappear, without a notion, uh
If I catch 'em lackin', uh
It's in the open
Treat 'em like a cigarette
And I'ma smoke him
Batman, Batman, Batman, nah
Bitch I'm Joker, ayy
Treat you like the stock, you
Get broken, ayy, ooh, ayy, ooh
Count my racks up, I'm in Saks with
A stack up in my lap, yuh
Uh, damn, count my racks up
I'm in Saks with a stack up in my lap
And, chillin' with a lap dog
Next to a bad bitch
I'm in the hills dawg, off of the pills dawg
She say my style raw
Fuck the world without a rubber
Niggas think they funny, huh? No Chris Tucker
Choppa on my hip
That bitch be hot like a certain summer
You don't want no smoke, I
Turn that shit to marijuana, uh
Presidential Rollie, I feel
Like Barack Obama, uh
Keep that AK in the trunk
I feel like young Osama, uh
Say you want them problems, I'm a goon
Fuck a goblin i got goblins in the trap
Got a bed with a goddess in my lap
Yuh, ayy, yuh, that's just how it happened
With that fake shit, not snake, uh, uh
Had a long day, I'm gon perc it
Off, she had a long day, hmm
She gon' twerk it off, I
Had a long day, hmm, i'm gon' perc it off
I'm in the hills dawg
Lookin' for pills dawg
I had a long day, hmm, time to perc it off
I can't save a ho
I don't even go to church at all
Niggas lyin' hard
They can't even march at all
Bitch I wan' talk, nigga non-stop
Pull up on a nigga, got a big Glock
40 on my hip, not a stopwatch
40 on me, click-click
Big gun, nigga get back
I'm in the trap, yeah gun in my lap, yeah
Chasin' the sack, yeah
Jesse White, with that work, hit a backflip
Lay 'em flat, off a flat, on a mattress
See the whole world, bitch, like an atlas
Choppa make 'em kickflip, maybe backspin
Say she love gymnastics, she hit a backbend
Fuck her, then I hit her bestfriend, yuh
The bestfriend