Juice WRLD – Started From The Bottom lyrics

[Intro]
Oof

[Verse]
So much medicine in me I'm like a pharmacy
I stay at the W, you niggas at the double tree
Baby I'm just fucking you, you know you get no love from me
Fuck nigga ran up, (Yeah) thank god I had my gun on me
I ain't gon' stop for nobody
I don't love you, I just love on your body
I kick that shit like I'm doing karate
Gun'll stretch you out, my choppa pull out-y
Fuck with my money I catch me a body
I'm in the studio don't do parts
Put your guns in the air nigga let's get [?]
Suck me good, let's get naughty
Bitch it's on, bitch it's popping
Bitch it's cracking, bitch it's bracking
You niggas ain't 'bout that action
My hand stay on my ratchet
I grew up really trapping
Ran up the money, ran up the bag
You niggas all in my way
I'm in my prime, I'm in my bag
None of you niggas are fucking with me
Perc 3-0 to the face
Take another one in a minute
Put my dick in her face
She wanna have my son I'm tempted
Look at the sauce I'm dripping
I may take your bitch for a minute
Nigga be realistic
She wanna real nigga
Kill Bill shit kill for me whoa whoa
Lil' Bill with the pills I be so gone
Choppa with extendos, ain't no weave
Bitch I'm popping Perkys, smoking weed
I'm serving shit like an entrée
3k on my wrist that's an André
Single ladies stand up like Beyoncé
Finger fuck 45 for the foreplay
You got your bitch something off Zara
I'm finna take my bitch to Dolce, for four days
Hundred bands split four ways
Nigga I'm on a roll
I fuck that bitch [?] pussy so good had to go get me some more
My niggas still in the trenches, pull up kick doors fuck nigga get on the floor
I'm tryna get they ass out of the hood and into the good life
You know I roll with the sinister gang, I feel like Suge Knight
Choppa got a burn like incense
Been a real nigga since I was an infant
Tony Hawk on my grind no trick tip
Damn right I'ma hit 'em with a kick flip
Bad bitch and another fucking mistress
Ooh, I love when I hit it
Ooh, I love when I'm in it
Ooh, she all in my mentions
Bitches all up in my mansion (Uh huh, flex)
I'm feeling like I'm Samson (Huh, I'm hard)
My nigga harder than granite
I'm finna rule the planet
Nigga it's Juice the planet
Fuck that hoe, let it go
I do white I do red I do purple
I serve green I serve brown I serve yellow
I remember in the trap I was whipping bricks
Jesse White with the work I was flipping it
Want some smoke then we get your ass cancer quick
Choppa hit your chest bullets cancerous
Mama mad at me I'm smoking cancer sticks
I'm a millionaire, mama deal with it
Life is hard to swallow take a pill with it
Depression on my shoulder but I live with it
I done came up from the bottom
Magnum in my pocket that's a gun and a condom
Snakes in the grass, anaconda yeah
Feel like Drake or some- cause I started from the bottom yeah