Juice WRLD - Scary Stories (ft. King Von & Polo G)

**Scary Stories** is a stem edit made by Rocky Wrld 999 or Rocky Roadz with Juice WRLD's song Lock On (Barry Bonds), Polo's song Boom, and King Von and Lil Durk's song Still Trappin'. The song was released on September 16, 2021 and currently the second stem edit including Polo G and the first stem edit including King Von.

## Description

On "Scary Stories", Juice raps about the frequented topics of firearms and wealth while King Von calls out his *opps* for being some fake, clout-chasing people.

See Boom for Polo G's verse description.

## Awards and Nominations

As **Scary Stories** is a stem edit and wasn't released by Polo G's or Juice WRLD's label, it didn't achieve any awards or nominations.

## Lyrics: Juice WRLD, **Polo G**, King Von

Von

*Rocky going crazy*

Von

I won't pick up my phone shawty

I been road runnin'

Bet she part devil like Gohan

These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans

Bitch I’m fire like a stove on, fire like "Who left the stove on?"

She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue

Knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone

Swung on the n\*gga, we met at a park, Barry Bonds

Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on

She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on

n\*ggas ain't gon' shoot for real (Uh-uh)

They ain't gon' shoot for real (They ain't gon' shoot)

I call up Muwop, he grab his Glock (I call) and he gon' shoot to kill (Grrah, grrah)

I done hit stains for real, uh (Huh? What?)

n\*ggas ain't gang for real, uh (Huh? What?)

n\*ggas go to jail and tell (Huh?)

I done sent hits from my cell, damn (Yeah)

Bad bitch posted my bail, uh (Uh-huh)

Scream, "Fuck 12," uh (12)

All these bales (Fuck) came from the cartel (The cartel)

They say I got mail, damn (I got mail, yeah)

Who got nailed? (Who got nailed, huh?)

That boy a trophy (What?), I'ma put him on the shelf (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

**Now, go, rounds blow**

**Man down, woah**

**Blow out his mind, gross**

**Uh, and them hitters come out at the nighttime**

**They pop out the cut at the right time**

**Them shells jumpin' out of that pipe flyin'**

**End of the tunnel, he gon' see that light shine**

I won't pick up my phone shawty

I been road runnin'

Bet she part devil like Gohan

These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans

Bitch I’m fire like a stove on, fire like "Who left the stove on?"

She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue

Knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone

Swung on the n\*gga, we met at a park, Barry Bonds

Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on

She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on

Uh, keepin' my Glock on (Uh), I think outside of the box (Uh)

He said that he wanna box (Yeah)

Knock him right out of his socks (Yeah)

Somebody pass me the rock (Yeah)

I'ma stunt on that bitch like The Rock (Yeah)

Never gon' stop (Yeah), working my way to the top (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let's go

Four black friends in the back of the Benz smokin' dope 'cause they don't care (Let's go)

Bro totin' on the Sigs while they rollin' up mids

Run up, don't you dare (Brr, brr, brr, brr)

Clap 'em there (Ayy), make 'em disappear

I won't pick up my phone shawty

I been road runnin'

Bet she part devil like Gohan

These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans

Bitch I’m fire like a stove on, fire like "Who left the stove on?"

She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue

Knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone

Swung on the n\*gga, we met at a park, Barry Bonds

Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on

She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on

Every day I'ma chase to the blue faces, get my racks on (Skrrt)

Turn on your block (Oh), everybody outside get shot (Oh)

I'ma work every day, I'ma keep getting paid

Just to keep the lights on (Yeah)

7 o’clock (Uh), I be at work on the dot (Oh, oh, oh)

Hey, let's go

Now I ball, I stay lit like Mardi Gras

My eyes got big off the Molly, Raw

Make me wanna shoot up a party (Grrah)

Sorry I'm not sorry (Uh), bitch, I don't fear nobody

I'm so high, can't feel my body

Let's go

Four black friends in the back of the Benz smokin' dope 'cause they don't care

Rollin' up mids, toting on the Sigs

Run up, don't you dare

Clap 'em there, make 'em disappear

I got some scary stories (On my momma), murderin', makin' money

Ain't shit they could take from me

Two fifty on my wrist, yeah I went dummy

One fifty the clique, we all scummy

If we ever not rich then we takin' all y'all money

Let's go

I won't pick up my phone shawty

I been road runnin'

Bet she part devil like Gohan

These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans

Bitch I’m fire like a stove on, fire like "Who left the stove on?"

She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue

Knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone

Swung on the n\*gga, we met at a park, Barry Bonds

Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on

She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on