Pink Toes (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

by

Juice WRLD


[Intro: Juice WRLD]
10K, I show up with a new phone
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I spent 20K within a month, then I spent that sh*t all on blunts
Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once
Pull up on the scene, I got my gun
That heat up on my hip just like the Sun
Say it two times, no I'm not the one
Say it a few times, no I'm not the one
They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun
I ain't warning n*ggas no more, boy it's no mercy
b*tches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me
Baby is it worth it?

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Beat it up I'm so Ike when the time's right
These ain't Cubans, these zirconias, but it's real ice
Pull up on you with that .40, that's a real pipe
If I kill you, I'm gon' look you in the face and you gon' die
Pull up on em .40 off it
I got powers like I'm Austin
Bombin' like I'm Boston
Flyer than a pilot
Run up on me, don't try it
That .40 on me is frying
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yes, I f*cked your b*tch, I did it in the telly (Yeah)
I'ma hit it from the back, it's in her belly (Yeah)
Got Marconi on my feet, these n*ggas steady (Yeah)
Swaggin' on these n*ggas, they embarrassed (Swag)
Diamonds on my wrist, I go baguettin' every carat (Yeah)
Take a diamond off my wrist, you probably could go and get married
And you know that I pull up, I ain't really too scary
I done f*cked a group of girls, they look just like cherries (Yeah)
I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Yeah)
I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Yeah)
I got a Muller that look like a Millie (Skrrt)
Yes, I'm talkin' Richard bracelet on my Achilles
You cannot classify this as a anklet
Sat it right on a anchor, that sh*t almost sank ship (Whoa)
Dip from my haters, like I'm in the Matrix
I hear echoes, my house, man this sh*t is too spacious (Yeah)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I spent 20K within a month, then I spent that sh*t all on blunts
Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once
Pull up on the scene, I got my gun
That heat up on my hip just like the Sun
Say it two times, no I'm not the one
Say it a few times, no I'm not the one
They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun
I ain't warning n*ggas no more, boy it's no mercy
b*tches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me
Baby is it worth it?
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I laugh when I go get the money (Ha)
Your bankroll got lots of twenties (Ha)
I wear oversized drip on a Monday (Yeah)
My little ghetto b*tch say that I'm bummy (Woah)
She used two type V-neck in my Balmain (Balmain)
Stuff my pocket, my pants fallin' (Ayy, uh-huh)
Every day I'ma keep ballin, this a autobiography, not no small range (Vroom)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, ayy
I'ma do the dash, I'ma floor it
Push the gas, ballin' on these hoes, they adore it
She tryna explore it like Dora
I told her no more Sephora
Let's go to Gucci, freshen up your aura
She suck my di*k in the movies, did it again in a jacuzzi
You don't like me, then sue me
Paul Wall with the lean, watch him scoop me up
They comparing me to who?
Had to smash her, pass her, natural disaster
Momma say I'm crazy, tried to take me to the pastor
That sh*t do not matter, plus my pockets fatter
Out of space, I'm off the drugs, feel my face on Saturn
You know what it is, tell me what it isn't
R. Kelly with the b*tch, I'ma get to p*ssin'
Never gave f*ck about none of the competition
I ain't never lacking, got my hand on her Smith &
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I spent 20K within a month, then I spent that sh*t all on blunts
Popped a couple Perkies, yeah at once
Pull up on the scene, I got my gun
That heat up on my hip just like the Sun
Say it two times, no I'm not the one
Say it a few times, no I'm not the one
They ain't listen, so I had to get a gun
I ain't warning n*ggas no more, boy it's no mercy
b*tches thinking that know me, think they gonna hurt me
Baby is it worth it?

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Beat it up I'm so Ike when the time's right
These ain't Cubans, these zirconias, but it's real ice
Pull up on you with that .40, that's a real pipe
If I kill you, I'm gon' look you in the face and you gon' die
Pull up on em .40 off it
I got powers like I'm Austin
Bombin' like I'm Boston
Flyer than a pilot
Run up on me, don't try it
That .40 on me is frying

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
That little b*tch, she throw right
Beat up I'm so Ike, on the dirt bike
Beat up I'm so Ike, when the time's right
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