Juice WRLD - Pause lyrics

40 with a 30 that's a ha, ya dig? (yeah)
Ya dig?

40 with a 30, that’s a dick, no stock, pause
(Pause) talkin' all that shit'll get
Your ass popped off
Got your bitch doin’ cocaine
'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels
You should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in
The grass when I ride through (Hiss)
Got my nine (yeah) , pull up, blow it
Like a drive-thru (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got crack
I'ma serve it out the drive-thru
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your bitch is an Xbox, play
Her like Game Room, ayy
(Ya dig?) i was tweakin' off the Percs
Mix it with the shrooms, ayy
(Damn) now I'm itchin' seein' shadows
In my fuckin’ room, ayy
(Lucid dreams) cute chocolate bitch
That’s a fuckin' Reese’s (Uh)
Heard her nigga was talkin' shit
Pull up on him and crease him
(That's right)
Snort the Molly off her tit's
Energy increasin'
Replenish me, prevent from finishing
When I beat it, uh
(Smash)
Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season
(Uh) then I put a Patek on my
Wrist for no fuckin’ reason (Gleam, gleam)
Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason
(Grrra, grrra, grra)
If a nigga try to take my shit
I'ma leave him bleedin' (Bitch)

40 with a 30, that's a dick, no stock, pause
(Pause) talkin' all that shit'll get
Your ass popped off
Got your bitch doin' cocaine
'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels
You should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in
The grass when I ride through (Hiss hiss)
Got my nine, pull up
Blow it like a drive-thru

Ayy, bad lil' bitch, you know I seen her
She seen me, sell-out arenas
Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas
Take a nigga to the cleaners (Uh)
Even when I'm dressed like
A bum I'm cleaner all white ones with crack
Rock in the sneakers (Uh)
I'm ballin' out while they
Sittin' on the bleachers (yeah)
Get rich just to go back
And fuck on my teachers (Uh)
None of them believed in me either (Woo)
Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin' me
(Woo)
Nigga, I don't fuck with y'all people
Old hoes hit me up, I'm sorry
I wasn't tryin' to make
Love to y'all either (Hiss)
Yeah, I don't need 'em (Hiss)
Pretty bitch, good facial features (Uh)
Three blunts to the face then I eat her
(yeah)
Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin' (Uh)
Gotta put them down, I'm tweakin' (Uh)
Sometimes it feels like I need 'em (Uh)
Sometimes I feel so defeated (Uh)
My mind be racing like, "Damn (Uh)
What the fuck is Juice WRLD thinking?"
(yeah) momma told me I look happy
I told her clean her glasses (Damn)

40 with a 30, that's a dick, no stock, pause
(Pause) talkin' all that shit'll get
Your ass popped off
Got your bitch doin' cocaine
'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels
You should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in
The grass when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up
Blow it like a drive-thru