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What's Brackin

by Juice WRLD

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I'm in your crib every day, what's brackin'?
I fuck your bitch everyday, what's brackin'?
Came in the club with a K, what's brackin'?
Niggas know I put the K in crackin'
Look at my money, it's everlastin'
Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'
Y'all talkin' tough, he ain't know nothin'
My niggas silent, ain't really violent
I ain't go to school or graduate college
When I got a car, it got good mileage
And I got a house, big ass mansion
Something for all the lil' thots to dance in
I remember scrapin' the pots, yeah
Cannot forget 'bout the pot, yeah
I had rocks in my socks, yeah
Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
R.I.P. to my pops, yeah
Even though he ain't do much, uh
Guess I still miss him a lot, yeah
So I got our memories tucked away
R.I.P. to my opps, yeah
Just pissed on them graves the other day
If they catch me, they won't hesitate
So I got my hand on my nine today, uh
I up it, I bust it, ain't no discussion
I make a nigga hyperventilate
I fuck on a thot, ain't no cuddle, she bust it open
Then I'm bustin' all over her face
These groupie bitches, they be scandalous
Come with a rubber, I'ma penetrate
I took his bitty on a dinner date
But not for really, I just fucked the face
I keep a few milli's stashed away
Water, diamonds like a castaway
Triple 9, nigga, that's the wave
I be on the 'Gram, workin' everyday
I gotta make sure that my paper straight
Don't got a gun, you get hit with the razor blade
Shoot for the stars, I've been throwin' up fadeaways
Feds with the drum, they make 'em fade away
Heavily armed, shoot, make 'em levitate
I'm not the one, pussy don't play with me
Chains on my arms, this is not slavery
Diamonds and charms, my wrists on super freeze
Feel like Le
Bron, I've just been scorin'
Hit on rewind, world-wide tourin', life is fun
Niggas wanna hate, grab me a gun
Send him up to heaven, losin' his life

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Offset]
I'm in your crib every day, what's brackin'?
I fuck your bitch everyday, what's brackin'?
Came in the club with a K, what's brackin'?
Niggas know I put the K in crackin'
Look at my money, it's everlastin'
Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'
Y'all talkin' tough, he ain't know nothin'
My niggas silent, ain't really violent
I ain't go to school or graduate college
When I got a car, it got good mileage
And I got a house, big ass mansion
Something for all the lil' thots to dance in (Woo, hey)
I remember scrapin' the pots, yeah (Skrrt)
Cannot forget 'bout the pot, yeah (Yeah)
I had rocks in my socks, yeah (Woo)
Remember, I was servin' your pops, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
I put baguettes in my watch, what's happenin'? (Huh?)
I set up my shop in the bando (Yessir)
Million on millions, I manage (Manage)
I keep the Killtec, the scope, it's gon' damage
I took your bitch home and I slam it
Then I get in the pot, whip up salmon (Fire)
If I catch you out with the Glock, hold him ransom (Uh)
Advance him, go-