Juice WRLD – Heat Seekers (Come On Wit’ It)

جوکه ورلد – هات سکارص (کمه ون ویت’ یت)

Yeah, huh
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone (Yeah, yeah)
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Uh
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone
Runnin’ up bands then I blow ’em on Melrose
First class baby, hell yeah, I got leg room
Uh, what the head do? Suck me in my bedroom
Gucci leather jacket, thriller, I’m that Michael Jackson, nigga
Choppa actin’ like a singer, lil’ Toni Braxton in this
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Ayy, young and paid, what’d you say? What’d you say?
Put that money on ya’ head, would you pay? Would you pay?
All these niggas salty, chip, Frito-Lay
All this money on me, .40 on me, armory
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone
Runnin’ up bands then I blow ’em on Melrose
First class baby, hell yeah, I got leg room
Uh, what the head do? Suck me in my bedroom
Gucci leather jacket, thriller, I’m that Michael Jackson, nigga
Choppa actin’ like a singer, lil’ Toni Braxton in this
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Hi-Tech, sip that, new gun, get back
Automatic on me, you should try, try, try
Try me if you wanna, you may just die, die, die
In the kitchen, whippin’, makin’ pies, pies, pies
I’m a real nigga, you’s a lie, lie, lie
You a fake nigga in disguise, ‘guise, ‘guise
I be so damn high, I’m in the sky, sky, sky
Told you that you cannot fuck with I, I, I
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone
Runnin’ up bands then I blow ’em on Melrose
First class baby, hell yeah, I got leg room
Uh, what the head do? Suck me in my bedroom
Gucci leather jacket, thriller, I’m that Michael Jackson, nigga
Choppa actin’ like a singer, lil’ Toni Braxton in this
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it