Juice WRLD
Make it sell ( All verses )
[Intro]
I can make it sell, no
Don't take no, no

[Chorus]
Take no chance, I won't take no chance
You can't have this dance
I am no longer your man
You were never my friend
You won't hear from me again
Won't be a dummy again
Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times

[Verse 1]
Rain, rain, go away
Save it all for another day
It feels like it was just the other day
I was walkin' 'round with a sad face
But hold on, love goes on
I found a new one, proved you wrong
So if you're wonderin', I'm straight
Lookin' at your feelings in my ashtray
You wonder what I'm on
But I could give two fucks what you on
It's been a nice life since you've been gone
Let it stay that way

[Chorus]
Take no chance, I won't take no chance
You can't have this dance
I am no longer your man
You were never my friend
You won't hear from me again
Won't be a dummy again
Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times

[Verse 2]
I get so high, I don't ever see low
Ballin' in the paint, finna hit a elbow
Yeah, I get the green, I ain't talkin' CeeLo
Yeah, I play piano, and I got the C-notes (I can make it sell)
Pull up on his ass, choppa make him hit low
Hit low, low like a limbo, let's go
Run up on me I blow, .40
Make a n***a call the Five-oh
I can make it sell (I can make it sell)
Ballin' on these n***as, boy, I'm 'bout to shoot a free throw
Headshots, leg shots like I'm D. Rose
Steal a bike, GTA, feel like Deebo

[Chorus]
Take no chance, I won't take no chance
You can't have this dance
I am no longer your man
You were never my friend
You won't hear from me again
Won't be a dummy again
Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times
[Verse 3]
I can never lose, that's just what I do
Me and my crew just walked in the room
A-Acid and shrooms, I'm fly like a broom
Run up get hit, boy you dirty like broom (I can make it sell)
Gucci on my shirt, Goyard on my belt
Feel like I'm a wrestler, I'm flexin' with my belt
I-I-I make all this money, and I make it by myself
And you know I got that fire, I can send you straight to hell
(I can make it sell) Yeah, I got them bales (Yeah, you know I got them bales)
I remember trappin', movin' bales (I can make it sell)
UPS, I got that work, it's through the mail

[Chorus]
Take no chance, I won't take no chance
You can't have this dance
I am no longer your man
You were never my friend
You won't hear from me again
Won't be a dummy again
Goodbye, thank you so much for the awful times