Lyrics Juice WRLD – Kiki

Tryna get smoke money, I just spent 300
I been gettin that dope money, police think its bricks on me
Gucci kicks 800, I done bought a few, hoe
Stomp em out, blood on my shoes need some new ones

Ya dig, I don’t get why all these niggas hate me
I’m in Hermes, ain’t no Macy’s
Oh my, all these dead faces
I remember prayin for it in my basement
I reached my goals, I got to the dough, I over chased it
I don’t wanna see your face no more, after I nut she gotta leave
All these handouts in my face, this shit is make believe
Just a hands up, your girl a fan of me

G Money runnin up the bands with me
If I go broke he gon wip a pan with me
But now I ain’t runnin outta bands
Never again

Tryna get smoke money, I just spent 300
I been gettin that dope money, police think its bricks on me
Gucci kicks 800, I done bought a few, hoe
Stomp em out, blood on my shoes need some new ones
AF1 Vlone, he ain’t got these on
Cowboy guns hee haw, hit his chest king kong
AF1 Vlone, he ain’t got these on
Cowboy guns hee haw, hit his chest king kong

This light of mine gon shine like VV’s
Mama like damn my son on TV

I’m after blue faces, gettin away then Ima spray
This not Mace this a cake, bitch
Tie it up like K-Swiss
These niggas pussy, they runnin away, these niggas evasive
This bitch cock back in my hand, ready to shake it

Tryna get smoke money, I just spent 300
I been gettin that dope money, police think its bricks on me
Gucci kicks 800, I done bought a few, hoe
Stomp em out, blood on my shoes need some new ones
AF1 Vlone, he ain’t got these on
Cowboy guns hee haw, hit his chest king kong
AF1 Vlone, he ain’t got these on
Cowboy guns hee haw, hit his chest king kong