Juice WRLD
By The Pound
[intro]
Look at him, look at him, look at him, yeah
Look at him, look at him stackin’ all his money, look at him

[Chorus]
Boy in a benz (benz)
Yo girl a fan (fan)
So hot you may catch a tan (tan)
If you stand (stand), around (around)
.40 put a n*gga in the ground (ground)
Librarian my Glock don’t make a sound (sound)
Roof, roof, i’m a dog fuck the hound (hound)
Sell it all, damn, but only by the pound (pound)

[verse]
I swear to god, swear to god, swear to god (woo)
I’ll find you if i need a halo (i’ll find you if i need a halo)
Lowkey i just wanna lay low (lowkey i just wanna lay low)
My gun gon’ sing likes it’s jlo (jlo)
Woah, woah, woah, (woah woah, woah)
She make it shake just like jello (jell+o)
I play the blunt like a cello
I play yo bitch like a solo (uh)
Wake up from my sleep
Is this real or is it a dream?
Run up on him with my choppa its beam (huh)
Shoot him in his mouth, no scream (huh)
Then i flee the fucking crime scene (uh)
All i really smoke is irene (uh)
All i really love is red lеan (huh)
You can get shot in yo head bitch
I do not with the fеds bitch
Ridin’ through yo hood like my name little red bitch
[Chorus]
Boy in a benz (benz)
Yo girl a fan (fan)
So hot you may catch a tan (tan)
If you stand (stand), around (around)
.40 put a n*gga in the ground (ground)
Librarian my Glock don’t make a sound (sound)
Roof roof, i’m a dog fuck the hound (hound)
Sell it all, damn, but only by the pound (pound)