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Road Rage
Juice WRLD
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Every day I get my bag (Yeah)
Birkin bag filled with the racks (Yeah)
Gucci all over the rags (Yeah)
Even though I know Gucci racist (Oh, yeah)
Got triple nine on the tats (Oh, yeah)
Got blue faces all on the racks (Oh, yeah)
Got a Glock nine as a strap (Oh, yeah)
Catch .22 shots in your back (Oh, yeah)
No Limit on the map (Oh, yeah)
No Limit, my cardiac (Oh, yeah)
Kel-Tec, get it, hit your chest (Oh, yeah)
And give yo' ass a heart attack (Oh, yeah)
No Limit on the map (Oh, yeah)
No Limit, my cardiac (Oh, yeah)
Kel-Tec, get it, hit your chest (Oh, yeah)
And give yo' ass a heart attack (Oh, yeah)
No Limit on the map (Oh, yeah)
Kel-Tec, get it, hit your chest (Oh, yeah)
I've been going plat on plat (Oh, yeah)
That mean there's no looking back, yeah
Haters gon' be mad, yeah
And exes gon' be sad (Oh, yeah)
In a club with a hand full of racks
Shotgun full of slugs, I'ma ricky his ass (I'ma ricky his ass)
Like Ricky (Uh), his bitch Icky Vicky (Uh)
My bitch freaky, freaky (Uh-huh)
Pussy wet and drippy (Uh-huh)
If I'm fuckin' a thot, I fuck her with my blicky (Uh-huh)
'Cause if she try to set me up, I'ma fuck her with the semi (Oh, yeah)
Driving the foreign, I got road rage
Thinkin' back and reminiscin' the old days
Driving the foreign with road rage (Uh)
Missin' the old days, I miss my old ways
Every day I get my bag (Yeah)
Birkin bag filled with the racks (Yeah)
Gucci all over the rags (Yeah)
Even though I know Gucci racist (Oh, yeah)
Got triple nine on the tats (Oh, yeah)
Got blue faces all on the racks (Oh, yeah)
Got a Glock nine as a strap (Oh, yeah)
Catch .22 shots in your back (Oh, yeah)
No Limit on the map (Oh, yeah)
No Limit, my cardiac (Oh, yeah)
Kel-Tec, get it, hit your chest (Oh, yeah)
And give yo' ass a heart attack (Oh, yeah)
No Limit on the map (Oh, yeah)
No Limit, my cardiac (Oh, yeah)
Kel-Tec, get it, hit your chest (Oh, yeah)
And give yo' ass a heart attack (Oh, yeah)