Letra de Challenger (Iron on Me) - Juice WRLD

Don't fuck with me

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

Bitch, I'm smokin' cookie crisp (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

Stupid bitch

Smokin' cookie crisp (Bitch)

Stupid bitch (Uh, DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

I feel like a chemist with all this weed, I just got to mixin' shit

I fucked that bitch in the back of a Challenger, darin' a nigga to challenge us (Uh-huh)

I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh)

Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (Uh-huh)

It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm gettin' this dressing, I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh)

I'ma dunk on your bitch, yeah, rim-rattler (Pull up)

Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler

Go back to my job, take a shit on my managers

I be riskin' 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

Then it's back to the hustle with my savages

I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Ooh-ooh-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 pushin' 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, not with the chit-chat

Put a bunch of holes in the back of your cap

Now your cap look like a snapback, ayy

.223 bullet holes through your cap

I'm shootin' accurate, I feel like Ray Allen or somethin'

It isn't a challenge or somethin', they really ain't challengin' us

They don't got no balance or nothin'

I'm jugglin' money, keep Benjamin comin'

Don't walk it, I run it, I listen to Cudi

I'm fuckin' your bitch and she givin' me cuddy

I fuck on a buddy, then bust on her buddy

I bust on them both, that's a new Nutty Buddy

I fucked that bitch in the back of a Challenger, darin' a nigga to challenge us (Uh-huh)

I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh)

Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (Uh-huh)

It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm gettin' this dressing, I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh)

I'ma dunk on your bitch, yeah, rim-rattler (Pull up)

Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler

Go back to my job, take a shit on my managers

I be riskin' 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

Then it's back to the hustle 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 (Yeah)

I'm in the sky like Orion, she ridin' 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 a iron, make a wrong move, then I'm gon' shoot (Oh, yeah)

All my hoes come in twos

I'ma shoot your boyfriend, then cum on you

Police come, I'll put the gun on you

New Rover, shoot out the black sunroof

Red Dolce Gabbana, I'm feelin' like I'm Piru

Bae, I just 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 a yop'

Choppa bang like Young Chop, uh

Pullin' up to the 'Rari car lot just to cop a new drop-top

Pullin' up to the plug with the choppas just in case y'all want drama

I fucked that bitch in the back of a Challenger (Yeah), darin' a nigga to challenge us (Uh-huh, yeah)

I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Huh, skrrt, uh-huh, oh, yeah)

Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that nigga had enough (Uh, uh, grrt, uh-huh, oh, yeah)

It feel like Thanksgiving, I'm gettin' this dressing (Uh, baow), I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh, let's go)

I'ma dunk on your bitch, yeah, rim-rattler (Pull up)

Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler

Go back to my job, take a shit on my managers (Shoo)

I be riskin' 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 hustle with my savages (Uh-huh)

I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Uh-huh, yeah)

Ooh-ooh, ooh-yeah

Ooh-uh-uh-uh

(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

I'm from the jungle, I feel like a animal

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

Bitch!

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