Juice WRLD - Rodents lyrics

Came in the cut with a
Came in the but with a
You don't wear Versace, you wear
You don't wear Versace, you wear Versus
I don't see no competition, no versin'
I drop this perc, I'm a different person
Let's go (Aw yeah, TyMadeIt)

You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus
(That shit Versus)
I don't see no competition
Ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin')
Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it
(I don't rehearse)
Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause
I'ma just rebirth it, yеah
Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin'
(Yеah)
Thirty round with the three-round burstin'
(yeah)
Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?)
I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah
(Time for rats)

Look at these racks
(Uh, huh) , in a Chanel bag (Uh, huh)
I got a gun in the bag
(Uh, huh) , in the Chanel bag (Uh, huh)
Five hundred for a bag, that's a Birkin
Two-tone skelly
(Uh, huh) , that's the salary
Of a surgeon (Uh huh, uh huh)
Where he at? Shoot his ass
Leave him leakin', yeah, maxi pad
Ayy, pull up on him, let him have it
Gra, gra, gra, that's an automatic
Three round burst with me
I'ma let him have it
I'm ballin' like Dirk Nowitzki
On the Mavericks
Want smoke? I'ma fuck around
Give you cancer i'ma pull up on the scene
Like a fuckin' Pamper
I can turn a nun bitch to a dirty dancer
I can turn a dumb bitch to a brain champion
I don't ever run, bitch, I
Ain't scared of nothin', bitch
Choppa like Nick Cannon, shoot
It like a drum, bitch

You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus
(That shit Versus)
I don't see no competition
Ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin')
Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it
(I don't rehearse)
Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause
I'ma just rebirth it, yeah
(yeah)
Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin'
(yeah)
Thirty round with the three-round burstin'
(yeah)
Smokin' on dope, it's potent (Potent)
I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah
(Time for rats)

No time for rats, I don't got time for rats
Just time for racks
Chopper shake like tourette's
Hit you in your face, and your neck
And your chest
Now you Michael Jackson, your cardiac arrest
I feel like the best, hell yeah
Like the best
Metta World Peace like Ron Artest
Pull up on the scene, I tote my TEC
Matter fact, fuck it
That that bitch be jammin'
Bad bitch on my dick
Best believe that I be crammin'
'Member I was broke
I was credit card scammin'
Now I'm Chris Paul with the
Rock I be handlin'
Choppa on my hip, it be talkin'
It's ramblin'
Flexin' on these niggas like Samson
Designer on my body like a mannequin, damn
Pussy nigga you not the man, uh
Fuck nigga better man up

You don't wear Versace, that shit Versus
(That shit Versus)
I don't see no competition
Ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin')
Freestyle on my songs, I don't rehearse it
(I don't rehearse)
Feel like Little Wayne, 'cause
I'ma just rebirth it, yeah
Chopper get to squeezin', get to squirtin'
(yeah)
Thirty round with the three-round burstin'
(yeah)
Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?)
I don't got time for rats, no rodents, yeah
(Time for rats)