Juice WRLD - Pre Heat lyrics

(Drop that shit)

In Chicago at a fifi, gun on pre heat
I feel like I'm Drizzy, screaming Kiki
Thottie,  you don't love me, plus you ugly
I find it funny these niggas
Don't get no money
Shooting at yo fifi, gun on pre heat
I'm back into Chi Town
I ball out like Nee Streets
Then mix it in my Fiji, I make it look easy

Hit my trap phone if you need me
Uh huh, bitch uh huh
I got what you want, huh
Crack rocks, sell it to your mom
Neighborhood drama, now I got more money
Than your neighborhood hustler
I just popped a Tesla, now I'm in a Tesla
Not the one to mess with
Know we keep them sticks tucked
Ain't shit sweet, you got shit fucked up
Heat up on my hip, up it like the summer
I don't got the commas, save me thе drama
I run up the bands and I fuck on yo' momma
Say you want smoke, in the cut with thе llama
VVS on my wrist, change it up like the tundra
Rifle in the trunk
Bitch I feel like a hunter
Third eye open bitch, I feel like a monster
Uh
I'm a killer, I'm a straight Jeffrey Dahmer
I'm a goon, but I roll with them goblins
I'm a god so I fuck on a goddess
That's on my life, yeah, that's on my life
I'm a god so I fuck on a goddess
That's on my life
I put my kids on your wife

In Chicago at a fifi, gun on pre heat
I feel like I'm Drizzy, screaming Kiki
Thottie, you don't love me, plus you ugly
I find it funny these niggas
Don't get no money
Shooting at yo fifi, gun on pre heat
I'm back into Chi Town
I ball out like Nee Streets
Then mix it in my Fiji, I make it look easy