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Uh Huh lyrics - Juice WRLD

808 Mafia

Uh huh, yeah

The reason why I'm out on my grind

I'm leavin' everyone in my gun

Uh oh, uh oh, you're not the one

Bitch you're not the one, you're not the one

Never leave the house without all my guns

Never leave the house without all my guns

I'm lookin' for trouble but I'm not the one

Not the one, uh huh

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)

Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh

Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh

Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She asked if I'm runnin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Tell her that I run this shit like Usain Bolt (Uh huh)

I'm Peyton Manning to these fuck niggas, ballin' like the Colts

I'm sick of ballin', matter of fact, I may just go become a coach

I go first class, so if they ask, I ain't ridin' coach

Never goin' broke again, I spent a thousand on a coat

Just to say, "I did it," did it 'cause it's dope

She gon' do the dope, then do the most

Know she not no real one, that bitch a hoax

Thank God, I ain't have to touch the baking soda

But I know niggas in the trap, usin' the Motorolas

In that bitch's throat, feel like a Ricola

She do straight coke, I sip Coca-Cola

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)

Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh

Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh

Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She asked if I'm runnin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

I like if she love it, love to flex in public

Thinkin' nothin' of it, may shoot up the function

Somethin' out of nothing, .223 in my Glock, damn

Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, got the party jumpin'

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

I hit Maury up 'cause all these niggas is my sons

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

I ain't come here to fight niggas, go and grab the gun

Call me microwave because I heat up

I bought my stripes and I earn 'em, bitches Adidas

I got a Spanish bitch, I fuck on her amigas

Run up, fire all that 40 off, that 'lil bitch got a fever, yeah

Do I got cash? Uh huh, I check a bag, uh huh (Yeah)

Designer my jeans, uh huh, they all sad, uh huh

Niggas mad, uh huh, got my mag, uh huh

Try to hate on me, I leave you in the past, uh huh

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She asked if I'm runnin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

She asked if I'm stuntin', I told that bitch, "Uh huh"

Unbelievable (Freestyle) lyrics - Juice WRLD

Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it?

Uhh uhh, I've been going through a lot as of lately

You can call me crazy

Bitches wanna play me

Really I got blueprints

Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z

My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B

That's just how it is, boy

My flow so brazy, my flow so cool

My flow so outdated, so old school

But then nigga switch it up to something so new

These niggas walking around like they bulletproof

'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof

Kill his son too

Give a fuck, ohh, give a fuck

Nah, not what I do

I'm the type to pull up on your youth group

With a choppa and a machete, that's fuckin' useful

Matter of fact, here it go

I ain't the same nigga I was a year ago

I feel like Jesus in the studio

I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip

What you call that shit? A miracle

Fuck yo bitch from the back singing negro spirituals

Got a seal, like fate, like a fuckin' envelope

I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis

You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz

I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bastard

You run up, uh cool, I'ma let your brain splatter

The bullet rim rattle

I feel like Shaquille in the fourth

Break backboards

How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy

I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds

You best believe that boy (huh)

I spit crack boy

I spit anything they want

I sell it and make it right back boy

You run up on me you get smacked, boy

You get smacked like a bitch and a pimp running laps boy

I'm running shit like gym class on your bitch ass

Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax

I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached

Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match (uh)

But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched

My flow is so hard, your flow is wack

My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid

My flow is so kill, your flow is so eeeh

I don't got time for it

Suck on my dick, tell your bitch to come over and swallow my kids

Choppa' on my hip I had to hollow my tips

Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin'

Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em

Walkin' with a limp .40 heavy like I'm pimpin'

Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin'

Niggas talkin' stupid 'til that nigga end up missin'

UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission

Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em

Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision

You can't fuck with me (uh) you can't fuck with me (huh)

I'm like a bad STD bitch you stuck with me (huh)

.40 on my hip I up it on me luckily (huh)

Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me (aye)

Couple niggas that's bound to not give a fuck with me (huh)

Just in case these other niggas try fuck with me (uh)

Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart (uh)

I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte (uh)

Keep two bitches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc (uh)

Fuck with me I up that choppa' tear your bones apart (uh)

Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin' (huh)

In too deep with this rap shit the ocean (uh)

I'm a flow of the purple, the potion (uh)

I'ma catch me a op in the open (uh)

I make this shit look easy while you strugglin'

I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin'

I exposed like shrooms get it? I be truffilin'

It's Terry Crews with this shit you know I'm musclin'

Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man

Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can

Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan

You know I'm from Chicago they my people man (yeah)

Try me if you wanna

I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana

Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama

I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it

I don't give a fuck, I'm on my fucked shit

I'm killin' niggas like they on my bucket list

I turn my bucket list into a fuckin' fuck it list

So when I kill I walk away like fuck it, shit

I be on my fuck it shit

Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership

Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger

Rich as fuck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' bitch?"

Nah, I'm rappin, used to be trappin'

Niggas was actin'

Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin

I was shootin' craps takin' money

Takin' craps on all these niggas takin' naps on me

They was sleepin'

Westwood they was sleepin'

Couldn't believe 'em

Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin'

Choke it out 'til the mutha' fuckers barely breathin'

They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this

I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C

You don't want that

Shoot you in your stomach that shit hard to digest

Make a art project out the projects

Shoot you in your eyes put the shit in prospect

Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that

I'm beyond that

I like this beat

This beat like me

I check this beat

This beat Nike

These shoes on my feet

These shits pricey

Like thirteen hunnid (huh)

You know I run it

I pull up in Hummers

You know I roll with them gunners

I feel like Birdman stunner (uh)

You don't want no problems

I give you cancer with this bullet

You can catch this trauma (uh)

Man I know you heard the rumours

Niggas beefin' all over computers

Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city

Beat him in his head until he catch a tumour

Tell his momma that I did it, she confused

"Why my baby all over the fuckin' news?"

"What the fuck my baby went and fuckin' did?"

He prolly' went and fucked with Juice The Kid

Thats my old name, now it's Juice WRLD

Went to a different planet

Now I'm up in two worlds

Fuck that shit I'm up in two girls

Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world

Revenge on my body bitch cause thats my state of mind

Stevie Wonder like I said before cause I'ma rob you blind

I got all these answers that these niggas search to find

And they bitches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind

Hit it from the back until I fuckin' break her spine

After that I may just have to go and take whats mine

Yeah yeah turn on that Mob Deep shit

Under Her Skin lyrics - Juice WRLD

Oh, hope my lullabies get under her skin

Like the itch from the Percs on a binge

She ballin' out her eyes from the bench

She tell me that she'll never play love games again

Woah, my lullabies get under her skin

Like the itch from the Percs on a binge

Oh, she's ballin' her eyes out from the bench

She don't got no choice, she resorts to the-

Benzos, every day she live and die for benzos

New drug dealer, what's his info?

Her plus heartbreak equals Xans

Need a new equation, she gon' die tryna do the math

Suicidal tendencies, she hopin' that they end it fast

Fentanyl in a Fendi bag, she don't even smoke the gas

She been sleep for three days, cuttin' up, missin' class

Teacher called, asked, "What's wrong?"

Slurrin' back, you say "He gone"

Runnin' out of downers, you look down at your dresser

You see a 8 ball of all pure Colombian pleasure

It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me

You snort a line and rail a Perc to see which one is better

Walkin' 'round in your mind pickin' up my belongings

I got a lot of shit here, it's been takin' forever

Walkin' 'round in your heart with some fuel and some fire

The same fire tatted on me, heart destroyer forever, goodbye

Hope my lullabies get under her skin

Like the itch from the Percs on a binge

She ballin' out her eyes from the bench

She tell me that she'll never play love games again

Woah, my lullabies get under her skin

Like the itch from the Percs on a binge

Oh, she ballin' her eyes out from the bench

She don't got no choice, she resorts to the-

Gossip, always in my business

Wonderin' what I'm sippin', and how I'm livin'

A lot of things are different, you not bein' here is what I was missin'

Feel like I'm in a heaven house, still pour up in a Hell's Kitchen

In Chicago makin' heartbreak songs, eatin' on some Hell's Chicken

Miami callin' me, oh-oh, them calls I'm missin'

I'm callin' the ambulance, oh-oh, the thought of you was sickenin', sickenin', sickenin'

Trippin', sip-sippin', three six in a cup like it's Memphis

Oh I'm drippin', new girl got hoes, she pimpin'

We got hoes, we share 'em, get it?

Make her eat you out, bitch, get it?

This ho think she been on my mind, quit it

Unlike her, I know how to mind business

Oh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome

Spread insanity through your soul

Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?

Hope my lullabies get under her skin

Like the itch from the Percs on a binge

She ballin' out her eyes from the bench

She tell me that she'll never play love games again

Woah, my lullabies get under her skin

Like the itch from the Percs on a binge

Oh, she ballin' her eyes out from the bench

She don't got no choice, she resorts to the-

Oh-oh-oh, lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul

Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?

Lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul

Rock-a-bye baby, are you ready to die?

Underworld lyrics - Juice WRLD

[A$AP Ferg:]

Kirk Kneezy on the beat, yeah!

[Juice WRLD:]

Demon girl, how come you hold me close?

I like it, don't let go

You are my overdose

In the underworld, we roam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

I was gettin' my heart broke, now I'm the heartbreaker

She be drawin' pentagrams, she a soul-taker

When she took me to her room, all I saw was three six

I know that's what heartbreak is made of

3-9 on my wrist, bitch, hell upside

Cupid try to kill you, I'm in the crossfire

Demons come in handy like a spare tire

They put my life on the wire

Yeah, I'm gettin' higher and higher

Pill pop shorty, I do not need a lighter

Heart stop shorty, I'ma go out flyin'

Let me stop playin', bitch, I already died

Demon girl, how come you hold me close?

I like it, don't let go

You are my overdose

In the underworld, we roam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

Here we go

It was all heaven just a week ago

Now I'm up in hell with my eyes closed

Gettin' sucked up by a devil ho

Takin' these pills on an empty stomach

It's like gettin' fucked up with the devil, ho

Fuckin' to my favorite heavy metal, ho

We know all the words so it's special

So so special

I loved her and let her go (go, go, go), fuck that

Maybe I'ma hold her close, get the fuck back

I'm about to overdose, and she love that

Story of a demon seducin' a young drug head

Demon girl, how come you hold me close?

I like it, don't let go

You are my overdose

In the underworld, we roam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

-oam (roam)

Unexplainable (Look Again) lyrics - Juice WRLD (feat. The Kid LAROI)

Music doesn't come from your mind

It comes from your soul

Mm, mm, mm-mm, mm

Oh, oh, oh

I served my time for all my crimes

Sitting here, feeling so terrified

And no one knows where the answer lies

How you gon' tell me what I gotta live without?

When you don't know half the things that I live without

I highly doubt that you have the same things holding you down

This is me telling you, you would never understand

Things ain't what they seem from the outside, lookin' in

Unexplainable, unexplainable, unexplainable

Even if you look again

Even if you look again

Even if you look again (Yeah)

Even if you look again

In the back of my head, there's something haunting

I know it wants me to end up lonely

I'm searching for my peace, somebody help me

Feels like I'm about to die slowly

Oh, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round in my soul

It's been a couple years, still don't feel whole

At least I found home, she's all I know

So I'll be damned if I let her go

This is me telling you, you would never understand

Things ain't what they seem from the outside, lookin' in

Unexplainable, unexplainable, unexplainable

Even if you look again

Even if you look again

Even if you look again (Yeah)

Even if you look again

You don't know what I need, I need my life

Back to the way that it was

Nowadays, I feel alone

Said I didn't have shit, but I had my friends

Nowadays, I don't really know on what to spend

It's always so wrong in my head

Thinkin' 'bout what I should've said

Could've, would've, should've done it all

In my room with nothing but these walls

Thrill is something I can't control

These demons taking over my soul

I can feel it

I can feel it

I can feel it

I can

This is me telling you, you would never understand

Things ain't what they seem from the outside, lookin' in

Unexplainable, unexplainable, unexplainable

Even if you look again

Even if you look again

Even if you look again (Yeah)

Even if you look again

Untitled Freestyle lyrics - Juice WRLD

See how versatile I can get (uhuh)

Okay, I'll say a few words on this

Ohh aye uh mm mm mm

Okay look

High as fuck, drunk as fuck

In the back of the car like what the fuck

Bad bitch at the crib, high as fuck off the drugs, suck me up

I was high, not her

She was sober, tryna' get a upper cut

Hit em in the stomach with the choppa' til the fuck nigga had enough

Freestyle shit that they take years to think up, thats true

Pull up on the scene, leave em inked up choppa' like a tattoo

You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know

Nigga, I'm that dude

Matter fact make you break your back like break dance, old school

Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group

Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful

Hell yeah ya bitch I meant use you

Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you

Flow gold, so cold like diamonds fuck that rose gold

.40 on me it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex got a bad cold

Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose

I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of shit like a asshole

My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold its so cool

These niggas so lame, these niggas so old Im so new

Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo

Feel like Kudi cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo

Box all on my logo, you bitch she a hoe hoe

Stick on me yeah the stick on and its super big, no homo

Niggas talking that dumb shit hit em in his ears, no Dumbo

Not in my house with a tumble

Left right left right, thats a combo

I'ma serve it like cilantro

Kill a nigga in his condo

Then I fuck his bitch his condo

I hit this Og, let his mom know

I am the bomb hoe, I blow up just like a bomb hoe

Just let your mom know

Juice he got that old sound flow (yeah)

I ain't ever gotta write (uuhh)

Im the shit to these niggas like damn

Do I ever gotta wipe (yuuh)

Pull up on em with the gun like damn

That nigga finna die (yeah)

Ima overkill overkill [?] (yeah aye)

R.I.P. to my fallin' ones, I just lost my brother, for real (uh)

Im sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real (yuh)

Everybody keep on snitchin on em, they ain't undercovers, for real (yuh)

Its how I catch em lackin' sleepin with each others under covers for real (yuh)

Man

Shit gets real out here

Withdrawals a bitch, Ive been takin too many pills out here

Tryna live out here, no advils

Fucked the bitch on my adlibs

Said that twice cause shit is mad real

Man

Westwood throw on some different shit

Im still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other niggas

Like I said I can fuck your mother nigga

Like I said I can fuck your baby sitter

Like I said I'm here to baby niggas, for real

Victorious lyrics - Juice WRLD

Uh, come on

Hmm-mmm

Hmm-mmm

Brodie said that these hoes nuts

So what? (Uh-huh-uh-huh)

Nigga, I show up (Uh-huh-uh-huh)

Codeine, pour up (Uh-huh-uh-huh)

Nigga, you don't know nothin' (Uh-huh-uh-huh)

You can get tote'd up

You can get tote'd up (Yeah)

Uh, bitch

Shit

Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (Let's go)

Two perkies, now I'm fucked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go)

Just made some millions, G-Money said it ain't enough, yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go)

So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (Count it, count it)

Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

I got a girl, G-Money say that's dumb as fuck, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no fuck, yeah-yeah (Don't give no fuck)

Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Brand new Draco, can't wait to use it, ayo (Grrah, grrah)

Pull up in that Miracle Whip, all white, look like some mayo (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah)

Ball like O.J Mayo (Oh yeah), she dance for me, no tango (Yeah)

Remember ridin' around in a Grand Am (Uh), but now my wrist is a Range Rove' (Rich)

Uh-huh, I'm comin', you ready or not? Oh yeah (Uh-huh)

I just got some head from your thot, oh yeah (Uh-huh)

She fuck all the L's on the block, oh yeah (Uh-huh)

AP on my wrist leave her shocked, oh yeah (Uh-huh)

But this not a G-Shock, oh yeah (Uh-huh)

Tough talk got him shot, oh yeah (Uh-huh)

Hit the club, shut it down when I walk in there, uh (Uh)

Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (Yeah)

Could a nigga ever prevent me from winny-win-winning (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (Oh yeah)

I just bick back, count the blue faces while I grin, yeah (Cash, cash, cash)

I got guns like the Western, Western, Western, Western (Bang)

Everyday I wake up flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin' (Ah, ah-ah)

Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch, don't have to tax it (Ah, bling-blaow)

I don't wanna text her back but I need to now (Let's go, let's go)

Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

Two perkies, now I'm fucked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

Just made some millions, G-Money said it ain't enough, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, I'm cuffed)

I got a girl, G-Money say that's dumb as fuck, yeah-yeah (That's dumb as fuck)

But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no fuck, yeah-yeah (Don't give a fuck)

Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

I said, "G-Money, I gotta tell you somethin'" (I do)

I got this cash so I'm gon' buy damn near every gun (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

He said, "Every gun?" (Oh yeah), oh yeah, every single one (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

So I could be ready when these bitch-ass haters and the devil come (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

Your crush just said I am a beast, oh yeah (Oh yeah)

You say I'm pussy, well you are what you eat, oh yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

You niggas specialize in starting internet beef (Why?)

I'm not the one to internet beef, that's how you catch RP's to your teeth (Grrah)

Pull up in a Sprinter, my money and me (Uh)

She hop on my dick just like a bunny to me (Uh-huh)

Twenty-five, but she keep it a hundred to me (Uh-huh)

She taste sweeter than buckets of honey to me (Uh-huh)

I been ballin', lil' nigga, I'm out of your league (Uh)

In the studio, workin', I don't get fatigued (Uh-huh)

Got a Patek, I'm fallin' in love with Philippe's (Uh-huh)

Washed the percocet down with a cup full of lean (Uh-huh)

Big guns go bang, bad-a-boom, bad-a-bing

I break all of the rules, but I'm still in the lead (Yeah)

I feel like I'm a broom, I sweep her off her feet (What else?)

Chopper masturbatin', it'll beat you like meat (What else?)

Catch me levitatin' off the Promethazine (What else?)

Got my heart racin' when I'm rollin' off E (What else?)

I be sack chasin', I be after the green

Got her back achin' when we up in the sheets, shit (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Two perkies, now I'm fucked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Just made some millions, G-Money said it ain't enough, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

I got a girl, G-Money say that's dumb as fuck, yeah-yeah (Dumb as fuck)

But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no fuck, yeah-yeah (Uh-uh)

Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (Everyday it go up)

My fault, my fault

I told her I don't wanna fuck, it's just a thought, yeah

I told her I don't wan' cuff, she's just a thot, uh, oh yeah

Uh-uh, I'ma get it off, uh

G-Money told me that it's time to run it up, uh

I don't wanna fuck her, I told her it's just a thought (Mmm)

I don't want no cuff her, I told her she's just a thot, yeah (Bitch)

VLONE Thugs lyrics - Juice WRLD

On God, you hear him?

You know how I'm bleedin' (You know how I'm bleeding)

VLONE Demons (VLONE in the building)

She ain't bout my demons (She ain't bout my demons)

She up on my semen (VLONE)

Ayy, huh

Rolling up them VLONE drugs (What's up?)

Bari hit my phone we some VLONE thugs (What's up, what's up?)

We exposing fake VLONE thugs (What's up?)

.45 loaded with the VLONE slugs (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, what's up, what's up?)

Sippin' syrup, Bae I'm tryna slow up (What's up?)

Perc pop, won't stop, I don't throw up (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

We don't know ya', but ya' know us (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

You can call us young VLONE thugs (Young VLONE thugs)

Knuck if you, buck if you

I'm known to face fuck issues, I'm cold, igloo

My wrist got the ice drizzle, two tone issue

Please don't touch my Raf unless you want to feel this pistol

Sign you like an autograph, hollow tips give you initials

Me and Bari sit back and laugh, count to the cash, no competition

W, W, W, W, W, huh, repetition

I cannot stop winning, had to work for it, wasn't given

Now the bad hoes hit our phone, they say that the drinks on us

Only if you tryna fuck on me, what's up?

Young rich niggas that's tryna have fun

Still not for nothing, I'm a VLONE thug

I'm a VLONE thug (I'm a VLONE thug)

I'm a VLONE thug

Ayy, let's go, huh

Rolling up them VLONE drugs (What's up?)

Bari hit my phone we some VLONE thugs (What's up, what's up?)

We exposing fake VLONE thugs (What's up?)

.45 loaded with the VLONE slugs (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, what's up, what's up?)

Sippin' syrup, Bae I'm tryna slow up (What's up?)

Perc pop, won't stop, I don't throw up (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

We don't know ya', but ya' know us (What's up, what's up, what's up?)

You can call us young VLONE thugs (Young VLONE thugs)

I'm a VLONE thug (I'm a VLONE thug)

I'm a VLONE thug

Let's go

Waiting For The Drugs To Hit Me lyrics - Juice WRLD

Waiting for the drugs to hit me (Oh)

Waiting for the drugs to hit me

Went to L.A. for 2 weeks, I know my momma miss me

I'm so fucking paranoid, I came back with a semi

Tote the Glock in my designer, don't get pretty ricky'ed (Oof)

Shoot a nigga in his face, I never show no pity (Oof)

When she stab me in my heart, she never show no pity (Oof)

Codeine in my cup, I carry it to every city

She told me that she wanna go to hell with me, go to hell with me

Yeah, you know that I show no pity

So I fuck her and I tell her that she comin' with me

Sippin' liquor till my liver spinnin' round my kidney

My ex bitch say that's karma comin' to fuckin' get me

Bitch come fuckin' get me

All I know is get high (Oof), just to get by (Oof)

I got mob ties (Oof), bitch I got gang ties (Oof)

And your blood get baptized, and your blood get baptized

I heard you were talking shit well this'll be the last time

We be throwin' xanny fits until we go to nap time

I was never up in school, I always hated class time

I feel like Kobe Bryant how I'm jumpin' from the baseline

Call me from my trap phone, bitch I hate FaceTime

Waiting for the drugs to hit me

Went to L.A. for 2 weeks I know my momma miss me

I'm so fucking paranoid I came back with a semi

Tote the Glock in my designer gon' get pretty ricky'ed (Oof)

Shoot a nigga in his face I never show no pity (Oof)

When she stab me in my heart she never show no pity (Oof)

Codeine in my cup I carry it to every city

She told me that she wanna go to hell with me, go to hell with me

Want To lyrics - Juice WRLD (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Juice WRLD:]

Uh, yeah, huh

What's that belt? Hermes (Uh huh)

What's that? New Patek (Uh huh)

What's that? New lil bitch (Uh huh)

Get her super wet (Uh huh)

Threw that bitch a bone, bone (Uh huh)

I told that bitch to fetch (Uh huh)

Did it on my own, own (Uh huh)

That's why they're upset (Uh huh)

Uh, chopper on my hip

These niggas still toting a tech (Uh huh)

That's gon' jam up on you

You gon' get shot in your neck (Uh huh)

My gun transform to a robot

Call that bitch a mech (Uh huh)

I ain't drinkin' tonight

Baby, I'm on Percocets (Uh huh)

One, two, beat her boyfriend ass like one, two (Ya dig)

Her coochie taste good, soul food (Ya dig)

Don't talk to me, I don't know you (Ya dig)

You can follow me if you want to

You can swallow me if you want to

Tips hollow, and if you wanna die

Got it on me like fuck you (Grra, grra, grra)

Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll

Chains 'round my neck, feel like Django

But I'm not a slave, ho, you should be my slave, ho

Rollie Ronald Reag', ho, Presidential gang, oh

Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll

Chains 'round my neck, no Django

'Cause I'm not a slave, ho, but you should be my slave, ho

Rollie Ronald Reag', ho, Presidential gang, oh

[Playboi Carti:]

Uh, don't play with my slatt

Yeah, keepin' that nine, huh, uh, double 0-9, yeah

She ain't badder than mine, yeah, yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo

Can't dress like this (Yeah, slatt)

Put a bag on a bitch (Bitch, yeah)

Put a bag on a nig' (Yeah, yeah)

Got a bag full of bricks (Bricks, yeah)

Came in with a bitch (Yuh)

What you know about licks? (Know 'bout licks)

She know my ex (Know my ex)

And I sound like SEX (Slatt)

My bitch complex, yeah, lil shawty the best (Uh, yeah)

I'm in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)

And my seats all red (Yeah)

I got some brand new TECs (Yeah)

We on some brand new red

Pushin' this shit real fast (Real fast)

Shawty gon' fuck with a model

Fuck around, big, big bag (Bag)

Young rich nigga, can't dump him (Brr, ah)

[Juice WRLD:]

Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll

Chains 'round my neck, feel like Django

But I'm not a slave, ho, you should be my slave, ho

Rollie Ronald Reag', ho, Presidential gang, oh

Backwoods, dank rolled, big gas, bankroll

Chains 'round my neck, no Django

'Cause I'm not a slave, ho, but you should be my slave, ho

Rollie Ronald Reag', ho, Presidential gang, oh

Watch Me lyrics - Juice WRLD

In your boyfriend's spot tell him hands up

He a bitch, tell him "Man up"

Enviyon on the mix

Huh, ayy

I just popped a bean

Now I'm running through the stars (Watch)

At the end of the day

They gon' know who we are (Watch)

Every time we fuck

Girl I take it too far (Ayy)

I was talkin' 'bout I love you

I was tweaking off the bar (Damn)

Xans up

Run up in your boyfriend's spot tell him hands up (Watch me, watch me)

.40 to his face, make him cry (Watch me)

Tell him man up (Watch me)

Fuck your bitch, then I'm goin' ghost (Watch me)

Danny Phantom (Watch me)

I just wanna pull up in the Rolls (Watch me)

Yeah the phantom (Watch me)

Run up in your boyfriend's spot tell him hands up (Watch me)

.40 to his face, make him cry (Watch me)

Tell him man up (Watch me)

Fuck your bitch, then I'm goin' ghost (Watch me)

Danny Phantom (Watch me)

I just wanna pull up in the Rolls (Watch me)

Yeah the phantom

Yeah I'm super handsome

Walkin' with my handgun (With my what?)

Down to kill a fuck nigga out the random

Shorty say she fuck niggas out the random (She a ho)

Hit her phone, told her that I was a random (Hah)

Everyday I wake up gettin' money, gettin' paid, yeah (Paid)

Money over bitches, best believe I'm gettin' laid

Anyway (Ayy)

Fuckin' girls from all types of places

All types of backgrounds, all pretty faces

Money by the cases (Preach)

All I need blue faces (Preach)

Suck it then she taste it (Preach)

Damn that shit my favorite (Hey)

Damn that bitch my baby (Preach)

Yeah she drive me crazy (Preach)

That's my one and only (Huh)

Sike, bitch I got eighty

Time, time, time stops for no man (No man)

I blow nines, I don't throw hands (I don't throw hands)

She gon' do that white like Lindsey Lohan (Like Lindsey Lohan)

And I'm gon' take some money from her boyfriend (Yeah, from her boyfriend)

Run up in your boyfriend's spot tell him hands up (Watch me, watch me)

.40 to his face, make him cry (Watch me)

Tell him man up (Watch me)

Fuck your bitch, then I'm goin' ghost (Watch me)

Danny Phantom (Watch me)

I just wanna pull up in the Rolls (Watch me)

Yeah the phantom (Watch me)

Run up in your boyfriend's spot tell him hands up (Watch me)

.40 to his face, make him cry (Watch me)

Tell him man up (Watch me)

Fuck your bitch, then I'm goin' ghost (Watch me)

Danny Phantom (Watch me)

I just wanna pull up in the Rolls (Watch me)

Yeah the phantom

Watch me do what I do

Left my old for my new

Shoes red, shoes blue

That bitch lost, blue clue (Lost)

I'm the man, I'm the man

Yeah I know

Let me say that shit again (Yeah)

Bitch I'm Xannin' so I'm slow (Yeah)

Look at my new ho, yeah she pretty (Pretty)

We gon' run the city (City)

I'm so stuck, I'm so sedated (Yeah)

Keep that .9 tucked with me (Yeah)

Let a nigga try me

I'ma do him like I'm Dej Loaf (Yeah)

Send him straight to heaven

Bullet holes give him halos (Pew-pew-pew)

Give him a halo

Stack the money, I need pesos

I'm in the cut so I lay low (Go)

I'm shootin' shit like I'm J-Lo (Go)

Makin' money like I'm Jay-Z (Yeah)

Can't a pussy nigga play me (Nah)

I feel like I am the man, yeah

I am, nigga can't persuade me

Young nigga ballin' out, feelin' like I'm Michael (Swish)

Swimmin' through the money, yeah

I'm feelin' like I'm Michael (Splash, splash, splash)

Wash him up like a psycho (What)

Read a nigga like a bible (On God)

Shoot a nigga with my rifle (Pew)

Shoot a nigga then his grandfolks

Watch me

Hahaha

That shit funny

Waves (Freestyle) lyrics - Juice WRLD

Yeah, eh, eh

Uh-huh, heh-heh

I mean, y'all be sayin’ that y'all freestylin'

But y’all be like... spittin' writtens and shit

That's BS

Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh

Uh, I don't even write my wrongs

Yeah, huh

Off the top, kickin' it, no karate class

Janitor, I'll mop his ass up, chop his ass up

I'm the best at what I do, can't nobody do it better

Yo girl look like sprinkler system from the way I get her wetter

I’m out the jam like jelly

I’ma go hard, catch the shot like Belly

I'm the best to ever do it, have ’em leakin' body fluids

Feel like Waka Flocka "O Let's Do It" when I'm on this music

Off the dome when I’m kickin' it

Kinda like I got an impediment when I'm spittin' it

I been rippin' writtens without writing a damn thing

I'm Doin' my damn thing, I rap and I sing

I ring like bells, king

That's me, you better king me

I'm married to the money, fuck it, need to buy a ring, b

I pull up on the scene, choppa get the fuckin' ring, king

Like a joke or something, choppa get the zine king

Man this shit look easy, on my grind like Trukfit, no Lil Weezy

Yo bitch too sleazy, 40 bless yous, sneezin'

I'm the best to ever do it, take yo breath away, you not breathin'

Uh, breaking Bad method how I sell this meth

Retrospect, put that shit back in retrospect

Take yo specs, take yo bitch, grab her breast, tat her chest

I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that again

Lord forgive me on this mic, 'cause I know I'm finna sin

Killin' him, him, and him, referencin' Eminem

All these other rappers ain't shit but thinnin' in

I don't really got time for it

They can have a penny cause I don't really have a dime for it

Catch me rockin' Tom Ford and some Air Forces

With a passport and a black torch

Comin' up the full court, pressed like Kobe or somethin'

Super clutch in the fourth like Ginobili or somethin'

You say you ballin' like you Jordan nigga, nah, you frontin'

Run up on me that's okay, that choppa on me get the Jumpman

Like Jumpman, 23 and that Glizzy come and get it

I been defyin' niggas like science and physics

You run up on me, I hit 'em, that choppa on me like a tongue

I pull it out and them lick 'em, I'ma shoot him till he done

I got all the girls sprung, pull up on the scene like a "he hung"

Im'ma the best to ever do it, say that again

Off the dome, kickin' it, that's just how it is

I don't got to write shit, I see it like a psychic

Your girl like a Huffy commercial, she ride like bikes, kid

I'm the best to ever do it, yeah I said it and I meant it

Listen to my lyrics, man I vibe on this bitch

Roll a blunt up, a OG, and get high on this bitch

Mix it with the pills and liquor, I may die on this bitch

Dude, I do that shit on purpose, suicide in that bitch

Suicide doors with a suicide whore

Drivin' off a bridge, I call that a suicide Porsche

We kickin' it, man, look

I pull up in a four-door flippin' like parkour

Fuck yo bitch on camera and call that shit a hardcore

Hard porn, Sharper than hard poons

I come through with three bullets in my face, that's a war room

Animated like cartoons when I'm off the shrooms

Niggas dirty so they choppas actin' like brooms

Niggas salty like Spongebob and spittoon

Pull up on the scene, that's just me

Hey, switch that shit up real quick

I may come back to that, I don't know

Wavy lyrics - Juice WRLD

I heard if you look her in her eyes, you might die

Bad bitch prolly make a grown man cry

Heartbreak bound to leave a nigga traumatized

She's my drug, I gotta personify

Don't say her name in a mere 3 times

Learn the hard way, but that was the last time

Endin' my life, committed her last crime

Thought that was her last time

I told her that her secret safe with me

I told her that her loveis all I need

Her soul, I'll keep it, helps me sleep

Helps me Rest In Peace

I've been to high off [?]

Lord knows I don't got any other friends

I befriended the drugs again

I fell in love with the plug again

I put it under the rug again

I'm drownin' in a cup full of mud again

Cross my heart and hope I don't give in

I heard if you look her in her eyes, you might die

Bad bitch prolly make a grown man cry

Heartbreak bound to leave a nigga traumatized

She's my drug, I gotta personify

Don't say her name in a mere 3 times

Learn the hard way, but that was the last time

Endin' my life, committed her last crime

Thought that was her last time

Ooh, ooh

What do I do, this shit's so suicidal

Percocets, in my vitals

Bible of the rival, that's all I know

Codeine got a nigga mind froze

Codeine got a nigga time slow

The devil in the red dress kills

They told me not to take the red pill

I took the red pill and the blue pill

Last night was to real

I heard if you look her in her eyes, you might die

Bad bitch prolly make a grown man cry

Heartbreak bound to leave a nigga traumatized

She's my drug, I gotta personify

Don't say her name in a mere 3 times

Learn the hard way, but that was the last time

Endin' my life, committed her last crime

Thought that was her last time

Way Too Many lyrics - Juice WRLD

It's wild

I get paid to make songs and shit (This shit crazy)

I get paid to speak my mind

Y'all pay me for that

Wow

Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh

It's like my mind is like a-, like a-

Like an amusement park or something

Uh-huh

Admission (Huh)

999 to get in (Yeah)

I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)

The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)

I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah)

How many Perkies I popped? That really ain't nobody business

But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

World tour, worldwide, seen it with my own eyes

Walkin' 'round London off the pills, this is my third time

Everybody asks me how it feel to live my life

Don't know how I feel, but I know I don't feel alright

Um, fight away these demons, feel like Tyson

Cursed blood on my hands, what have I done?

The truth is what I really need to find out

Before the enemy finds us

Woke up, couldn't move

Satan said, "Peek-a-boo"

Babygirl, is that you?

He said, "Nah, but I'll take her too"

Woke up, couldn't move

Satan said, "Look at you, out of luck, bound to lose"

Misery, uh-huh, Avenue

Admission (Huh)

999 to get in (Yeah)

I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)

The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)

I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah)

How many Perkys I popped? That really ain't nobody business

But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Got no chill

I've been poppin' too much, I've been drinkin' too much

Ain't no such thing as smoking too much

I been smoking so much

Wockhardt 'til my face go numb

I'ma sip 'til my face go numb

In the strip throwing 10K dubs

Bank account puke, throw it all up

They wanna have a good time on us

'Cause they wanna all get high on us

Got so high, DJ Scheme prayed Juice wouldn't die on us

Lost too many woes, we ain't losing no more

So hold on while I go and shoot the devil in his skull

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Woke up, couldn't move

Satan said, "Look at you, out of luck, bound to lose"

Misery, Avenue

Admission (Huh)

999 to get in (Yeah)

I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)

The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)

I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah)

How many Perkys I popped? That really ain't nobody business

But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

Way too many (Huh, yeah)

We Don't Get Along lyrics - Juice WRLD

We don't get along

We don't get along

We don't get along

Mello made it right

We don't get along

We don't get along

We don't get along

We don't get along

Looking in the mirror with these words on my tongue

I've come to this conclusion

We don't get along

Saving myself from myself is a job, but someone's got to do it

So let's just move along

I'm all fucked up, but it's all my fault

But I ain't wanna do it

But temptation is strong

Now I'm left in the cold, let my story be told

Let my story be told (Oh, oh, oh)

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Pain in my cardiac, matches the pain in my brain

Living in the shadows, you know where to find me at

The place where they don't dare speak good things

Make out session, oh am I late?

Had another make out session with codeine

I kiss her, she kiss me to sleep

Having Hollywood dreams since 2016

We don't get along

Looking in the mirror with these words on my tongue

I've come to this conclusion

We don't get along

Saving myself from myself is a job, but someone's got to do it

So let's just move along

I'm all fucked up, but it's all my fault

But I ain't wanna do it

But temptation is strong

Now I'm left in the cold, let my story be told