Songtext zu 'Iron On Me (Challenger)' von Juice WRLD

Don't fuck with me
Bitch I'm smoking cookie crisp (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Chasethemoney, Chasethemoney
Stupid bitch
Smoking cookie crisp (bitch)
Stupid bitch (uh)
I feel like a chemist with all this weed (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
I just got the mix n' shit

I fuck that bitch in the back of a challenger
Darin' a nigga to challenge us (uh-huh)
I'm shooting too accurate when I pull up
Swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah I got the mac all set
So I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (uh-huh)
It feel like thanksgiving, I'm getting this dressing
And I'm getting the bread, I'ma count it up (uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her
She play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be risking it all every day, I'm a gambler
Pеrcs no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it
Fuckin' your bitch, her pantiеs I collected 'em, huh
Then it's back to the house up with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (ooh)

Click-clack, fuck nigga get back
If I see the opps on the corner, then get back
Them niggas finna get blicked at, ayy
Put the chrome to your dome, then I'm pushing your shit back
Split a nigga head like a Kit Kat, ayy
She ask where my dick at, she wanna lick that
Fuck her face, kick her out, I'm not with the chit-chat
I put a bunch of holes in the back of your cap
Make a cap look like a snapback, ayy
223's bullet holes through your cap
I'm shootin' accurate, I feel like ray allen or somethin'
Is it a challenge or somethin'? They really ain't challengin' us
They don't got no balance or nun'
I'm jugging the money, these benjamins comin'
I'm walkin', I run it, I listen to cudi
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she givin' me cuddly
I fuck on her buddy, then bust on her buddy
I bust on them both, that's that new nutty buddy

I fuck that bitch in the back of a challenger
Darin' a nigga to challenge us (uh-huh)
I'm shooting too accurate when I pull up
Swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah I got the mac all set
So I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (uh-huh)
It feel like thanksgiving, I'm getting this dressing
And I'm getting the bread, I'ma count it up (uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her
She play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be risking it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it
Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collected 'em, huh
Then it's back to the house up with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal

Skrrt-skrrt, bitch, vroom
Five bad bitches in the room
When I die put me in a tomb, so I can get up and move
Nigga, that's what zombies do, oh, yeah
I'm in the sky like orion
She riding me in the back of the new coupe, oh, yeah
She tell me she love me, she lyin'
These bitches do what these bitches do, oh, oh, yeah
They don't know I keep an iron
Make a wrong move, then I'm gon' shoot, oh, yeah
All my hoes come in two
I'ma shoot your boyfriend then cum on you
Police come, I put the gun on you
New rover, shoot out the black sunroof
Red dolce gabbana, I feel like I'm piru
Bad bitch wanna fuck, yeah, I really never liked you
I'ma pull up on the opps playin' all the new shit
This shit, they gon' commit suicide to, I'm through, l-o-l
I be chokin' the opps, until I pull up to they spot with the opp
Choppa bang like getting chopped, uh
Pullin' up to the 'rari car lot
Just to cop a new drop-top
Pullin' up to the plug with a choppa
Just incase y'all want drama

I fuck that bitch in the back of a challenger
Darin' a nigga to challenge us (uh-huh)
I'm shooting too accurate when I pull up
Swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah I got the mac all set
So I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (uh-huh)
It feel like thanksgiving, I'm getting this dressing
And I'm getting the bread, I'ma count it up (uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her
She play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be risking it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it (uh-huh)
Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collected 'em, huh (uh-huh)
Then it's back to the house up with my savages (uh-huh)
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (uh-huh, yeah)

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
I feel like an animal
Chasethemoney, Chasethemoney
Bitch