Juicy Sweatsuits (feat. Juicy J)

Yeah, yeah

Juicy sweatsuits

Doin' lines in the restroom

All your drugs to impress who

Twenty-something trust issues, girl

Insecure about who you are

You're selfish and you know it

I'm here tonight and I'm gone tomorrow

Move too fast and you took it too far

I wanna go

Wherever you ain't gon' be

Don't make me post

Them pics you ain't want no one to see

Yeah, hell yeah

Tell me why my exes besties now

Actin' like it stress me out

Mad that I won't text them now

Y'all just look depressin' now

I was down for you

At one point in my life

Down for you

Once upon a time, you

Held me down

Now you just holding me back

Tell me why my exes besties now

Thinkin' pics gon' stress me out

Mad that I won't sex 'em now

Y'all just look depressin' in those sweatsuits

Doin' lines in the restroom

All y'all dressed like, "Who dressed you?"

Forever 21, God bless you

Girl, we use to pop them bottles of that champagne

Now you in the closet of the club doin' cheap cocaine

Thank God that's over

Hey, hey

I know you wanna run back to me but it's too late

Ain't no room left for you in the wraith (mm-mm)

You had to go left so I got you replaced (placed)

Nah, met your best friend

Guess she got good taste (good taste)

She wanna find out what Juicy J taste like (taste like)

Eyes red like the Rolls-Royce brake lights (brake lights)

I got my shades on even in the late night (late night)

'Cause if I life my wrist I might blind myself

I got a hand full of ice but this kind don't melt

You think you can do better, you just lyin' to yourself

Can't name one nigga that can never keep up

My last chick wasn't dope enough, I had to re-up

I was down for you

At one point in my life

Down for you

Once upon a time, you

Held me down

Now you just holding me back

Tell me why my exes besties now

Thinkin' pics gon' stress me out

Mad that I won't sex 'em now

Y'all just look depressin' in those sweatsuits

Doin' lines in the restroom

All y'all dressed like, "Who dressed you?"

Forever 21, God bless you

Girl, we use to pop them bottles of that champagne

Now you in the closet of the club doin' cheap cocaine

Thank God that's over