Juice WRLD - Go Berserk

[Intro]
(Run that back, Turbo)
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
Uh, everyday I stand tall
Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers
Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw
Opps, chop a nigga just because
Swerve, road rage hit the curb, ayy
Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy
Pop wheelies, pop Percs, ayy
I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy
Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me
She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me"
Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing

[Refrain]
Well, I fell in love with the bank
Hell, I fell in love with my Wraith, yeah
I fell in love with the Percs, yeah
You could see it all over my face
Well, I fell in love with the Margiela
Got expensive taste, yeah
Plus I keep a K, yeah (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Treat your block like a gun range, (Blaow), split heads
Shot him in his shit, now his bitch give me head (Yeah)
If I go broke, then it's back totin' poles
Running in niggas houses, like, "Give me the bread"
I'm up a couple of million, yeah (Oh yeah)
More like several of million, yeah (Ye-, oh yeah)
Plus, I made 3 mil' in a year
It was more like a month
Had to make this shit clear

[Chorus]
Every day, I stand tall
Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers
Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw
Opps, chop a nigga just because
Swerve, road rage hit the curb, ayy
Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy
Pop wheelies, pop Percs, ayy
I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy
Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me
She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me"
Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing

[Refrain]
Well, I fell in love with the bank
Hell, I fell in love with my Wraith, yeah
I fell in love with the Percs, yeah
You could see it all over my face
Well, I fell in love with the Margiela
Got expensive taste, yeah
Plus I keep a K, yeah (Grahh, grahh, grahh)
Treat your block like a gun range, (Grahh), split heads
Shot him in his shit, now his bitch give me head (Yeah)
If I go broke, then it's back totin' poles
Running in niggas houses, like, "Give me the bread"
I'm up a couple of million, yeah (Oh yeah)
More like several of million, yeah (Ye-, oh yeah)
Plus, I made 3 mil' in a year
It was more like a month
Had to make this shit clear

[Chorus]
Every day, I stand tall
Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers
Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw
Opps, chop a nigga just because
Swerve, road rage hit the curb, ayy
Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy
Pop wheelies, pop Percs, ayy
I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy
Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me
She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me"
Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing