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following my lead (edit) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
these n*ggas followin’ my lead, oh yeah
808pound

[chorus: juice wrld]
these n*ggas followin’ my lead
i’m in the cut counting all of the green
i count the sh*t up like money machine
phew, b*tch, gettin’ the green
f*ck*ass n*gga ain’t rich like me
can’t trust a soul, my hand on my piece
shoot like d. wade, miami, my heat
dior my kicks, two k on my feet
i’m a real*ass n*gga, you a wannabe
and you know i got a couple m’s on me like meek
bad b*tch on my d*ck, she up in my sheets
hit a n*gga with a .45, he on schitt’s creek

[verse 1: g herbo]
it’s g herbo, baby
and i come straight from the blizzock
luckily i ain’t a felon, but i got caught with the glizzock
and i just bought me a white sky dweller, finna bust down my wrist watch
2018 my year watch
b*tch, i’m only flying from the clear, watch
yeah, that’s the jet, so i travel with the tec
when i land, put the engine in the rear, watch
and we back to back, bentley’s all matte black
hit the sport, throw that b*tch up in the gear, ah!
i heard it’s some trappers in here, huh
what you make this year?
anyway, it’s some hammers in here, pistol clappers in here, kidnappers in here
we just got left in the jungle and turned to some animals
b*tch, we adapters in here
pull up shooting sh*t from mid*range, b*tch we toronto raptors in here
mama told me, “can’t live in fear”
i changed the atmosphere, ayy
n*gga i ain’t drunk that act’ in a year
only if cap was here
i don’t talk that sh*t, i’ll end n*ggas rap career
i was in the streets too much and it held me back for real
[chorus: juice wrld]
these n*ggas followin’ my lead
i’m in the cut counting all of the green
i count the sh*t up like money machine
phew, b*tch, gettin’ the green
f*ck*ass n*gga ain’t rich like me
can’t trust a soul, my hand on my piece
shoot like d. wade, miami, my heat
dior my kicks, two k on my feet
i’m a real*ass n*gga, you a wannabe
and you know i got a couple m’s on me like meek
bad b*tch on my d*ck, she up in my sheets
hit a n*gga with a .45, he on schitt’s creek

[verse 2: 21 savage]
red bottoms on her, yeah
buy her gucci, fendi, yeah
she too stiff on n*ggas, yeah
she gon’ make these n*ggas stare
i’ma f*ck her with no condom
i’ma let her meet my momma
i’ma take her out that honda
i’ma put her in the foreign
spoiled, she ain’t got no patience
she gon’ have these b*tches hatin’
got them diamonds on me skatin’
got them diamonds on her skatin’
everywhere we go we clean
she want me to quit that lean
baby, i can’t quit that lean
put a ring around codeine
everywhere we go we clean
she want me to quit that lean
baby, i can’t quit that lean
put a ring around codeine
i can feel it in the air, i can feel it in the air
i can feel it in the air, i can feel it in the air
i can feel it in the air, i can feel it in the air
i can feel it in the air, i can feel it in the air
[chorus: juice wrld]
these n*ggas followin’ my lead
i’m in the cut counting all of the green
i count the sh*t up like money machine
phew, b*tch, gettin’ the green
f*ck*ass n*gga ain’t rich like me
can’t trust a soul, my hand on my piece
shoot like d. wade, miami, my heat
dior my kicks, two k on my feet
i’m a real*ass n*gga, you a wannabe
and you know i got a couple m’s on me like meek
bad b*tch on my d*ck, she up in my sheets
hit a n*gga with a .45, he on schitt’s creek

- juice wrld lyrics

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