What Else lyrics - Juice WRLD
Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Gonna make it bleed (What else)
I bought one thing (What else)
Okay, maybe a couple of things (What else)
Uh, Saks Fifth (What else)
Then I hit double G (What else)
Then I hit Louis V (What else)
In that order
Bitch, I'm so important
These Diors imported
Nigga, I could pay your mortgage
Fuck it I'ma spend that shit on your daughter
She calling me daddy, she prolly got dad issues
You should be a better father
Damn, zooming in a go-kart
Love lean but I really hate pop
Love pop but I really love rock
Love peace but I really love Glocks
These niggas must love headshots
Think it's sweet 'cause the sad songs out
Took two W's rolling off an E, that's a god damn smackdown
I don't know, I think I run it right now
Real shit be a hundred right now
19 years old, number nine on the Billboard, nigga like how
I'ma be number one next week, trust me
Won't fuck your bitch 'cause I heard that she musty
Hundred round drum on the choppa it's bustin'
Word to your mom, that bitch crusty
Shit on a fuck ass nigga then flush it
AK in the back got a car like a Russian
These niggas be talkin' to narcs or somethin'
How the fuck else my homie get busted
Gonna free my nigga outta the dungeon
When he get out, nigga, it's bustin'
Run up bands, gain clout
Smoke out the pound, I'm on the clouds
Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Gonna make it bleed (What else)
I bought one thing (What else)
Okay, maybe a couple of things (What else)
Uh, Saks Fifth (What else)
Then I hit double G (What else)
Then I hit Louis V (What else)
In that order
First you get the baking soda then you get the water
Nigga fuck with my moolah, then he gettin' slaughtered
If you pussy then you pussy, ain't no getting harder
I put that shit on my mom, speaking of moms I could fuck your mom
Talkin' that shit get the firearm
They'll be in your crib like "Fuck your moms"
Kill everybody but your mom (Yeah)
I just said it yeah, so I meant it yeah
That nigga trippin', catch him slippin', we gon' get him yeah
And she screamin' "Ricky"
Thick ass bitch tryna get a lap dance screamin' "Nicki"
I am done for now have y'all niggas had enough
I'm a real nigga, I ain't with that talkin' tough
Fuck with us, we call your bluff
Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Gonna make it bleed (What else)
I bought one thing (What else)
Okay, maybe a couple of things (What else)
Uh, Saks Fifth (What else)
Then I hit double G (What else)
Then I hit Louis V (What else)
In that order
Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V
In that order
Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V
What I Need lyrics - Juice WRLD
You got what I need
Straight pill pop, don't smoke weed
Pussy and pill pop
Uh-huh, yeah, uh
Baby you got what I need
You pussy and pill pop, don't smoke weed
Give me top in the 'Rari backseat
Uh, feelings I caught like a taxi
Now you hittin' my phone, mad at me
'Cause I'm chillin' with my bros, sippin' on cough syrup
Cheatin' on the low, yeah I know it's absurd
Gettin' to the dough, I count it up faster
Told her I don't got shit for a ho
In the studio I'm trappin' hard (Yeah), hunnid a brick it's not for the low (Uh-huh)
I told that bitch to play her part if she smart she a hold (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
All the drugs, all the poles
And take my case for me po-po
In exchange for that I'll give her coke
Yeah I know she in love with the coco (Yeah)
Do lines off my dick take a photo
Verizon I got connections, ho
My time is especially special, ho
In the VIP section with Louis on
Looking for an extra ho
It's just in case my main ho leave the other one gon' be down to go
Scratch 'em off the list, huh, in the crack she hold my brick
I fell in love with one of 'em, the worst mistake I could've did
The police come, she swallow the drugs the same way that she swallow my kids
And the look in her eyes reminds me of my wrist
It remind me of my wrist (It reminds)
It reminds me of my wrist
The look in her eyes remind me of my wrist (It reminds)
It reminds me of my wrist (Reminds, reminds, reminds)
Ya dig?
Baby you got what I need
You pussy and pill pop, don't smoke weed
Give me top in the 'Rari backseat
Uh, feelings I caught like a taxi
Now you hittin' my phone, mad at me
'Cause I'm chillin' with my bros, sippin' on cough syrup
Cheatin' on the low, yeah I know it's absurd
Gettin' to the dough, I count it up faster
Whip lyrics - Juice WRLD
Nah, lean
Good drip, fuck-nigga, uh
Playlist
999
Whoa, huh, cookin' with the pots all on the stove (Cookin' with them pots all on the, what? What?)
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home (Wockhardt in my soda, take me, lean, Whoa)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone (Twelve be tryna tap in on my, fuck twelve)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes (Yeah, yeah)
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold (Brrr)
Bought a Moncler for it, I ain't even put it on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home (Chiraq)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone (Bitch)
Like, "Can I get some tickets?" Bitch, no (Huh)
"Come and get your dick licked," bitch, no (Bitch)
"Juice WRLD, you trippin'," I know (Yeah)
Where was y'all when I had my back to the wall? (For real)
I done glowed up, pourin' fours up
In the 'Rari doin' doughnuts, yeah (Skrrt)
80K a show, 100K, I'll put a verse on there (Cha-ching)
Got my pole tucked, niggas slow up
Keep playin', you gon' die in here (Graah graah)
Amiri low-cut, cost four bucks
Young, rich nigga, I'm fly in here
Whoa, huh, cookin' with the pots all on the stove (Cookin' with the pots all on the)
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home (Wockhardt in my soda)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone (Fuck twelve, bitch)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold (Yeah)
Bought a Moncler for it, I ain't even put it on (Ya dig?)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home (Let's go)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone (Let's go)
Them the same old thots from my old block (Ya dig?)
Choppa get to singing, shit like O' Block (Graah, graah, graah)
Three hundred in that round (Yeah, yeah), just like O' Block
But I be with No Limit, yeah, we got them poles tucked (Bah)
Swervo in a Bentley truck goin' brazy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Me, I'm in a Lamborghini on the daily (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Hollywood with a bunch of savages from Chi-town (Ya dig?)
Livin' lavish, couldn't do this shit in my town (At all)
Had to take off, had to go with my heart, its a pray or pay off
.40 take your face off, if you get in the way of the dreams I'm chasin'
Before I end this song, I'm sayin' R.I.P. to my bro (For real)
Those who had the AR, he used to let that bitch off (Graah, graah, graah)
Whoa, huh, cookin' with the pots all on the stove (Cookin' with the pots all on the)
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home (Wockhardt in my soda, take me)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone (Twelve be tryna tap in on my, fuck twelve, bitch)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold (Yeah)
Bought a Moncler for it, I ain't even put it on (Ya dig?)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home (Let's go)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone (Let's go)
Whistles lyrics - Juice WRLD
Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, bitch, woah, damn
Oh, oh (Ya dig?)
Bitches in my closet it's a freak show
Ain't been here for long man like a week, oh
They living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show)
Ain't been here for long just a week though (Just a week though)
Took 'em in they said they need a new home (Yeah, yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mary Jane and molly all the time (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Percocets and lean cross my mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bad lil' bitch with a tat on her spine (Bad)
Really really wanna get behind (Smash, smash, smash)
Took her to my lair, in the Himalayas (Uh uh, yeah)
.40 like its Halo, bitch I'm a slayer (Uh uh, bitch)
This is not an Xbox, but I'm still a player (Uh uh, yeah)
But I ain't playing games with ya (Uh uh, a real life taker)
Got yo' girl I real life take her
Turn her over then I'll back break her
Nigga you my son like I'm Darth Vader
Told my homie shoot first talk later
Bitches in my closet it's a freak show (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't been here for long man like a week, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They living in my brib got a new home (Bitch, yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party, 999)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show, woah)
Ain't been here for long just a week though (Just a week, oh)
Took 'em in they said they need a new home (Need a new home)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah, yeah)
We in different places we in two worlds (We in two, yeah)
Why have one when you can have two girls? (Why?)
Why have gold when you can have diamonds and pearls? (Gleam)
VVS on my wrist don't ask the price you can't afford it (Yeah, bitch)
Matter fact if I take my shoes and sell them that's your mortgage (Yeah, bitch)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, the police scrambling, Law & Order (Gra gra, bitch)
Brodie still taking pounds from the plugs leaving quarters (Trap)
Rich as fuck, what the fuck is a quarter (Fuck is a quarter, nigga?)
She swallowed my kids, what the fuck is a daughter (Fuck is a daughter, nigga?)
G-Money telling me to go harder (I go hard, gang, gang, gang)
I'ma start walkin' on water
Told my mom I'm gettin' rich so I get me a crib up in the forest
Crib finna be so big they gon' have that shit on Dora the Explorer (Yeah)
And then when I have kids they gon' be rich, ain't no unemployment (Yeah)
And if a nigga get in the way we kill him, he so unimportant (Gra gra, bitch)
Bitches in my closet it's a freak show (Freak show)
Ain't been here for long man like a week, oh (Like a week, oh)
They living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain't been here for long just a week though
Took 'em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
White Wine (Till My Heart Stop) lyrics - Juice WRLD
(Listenin' to "White Wine", oh
Cash flowin'
Fuck about the past, no
About sad songs, I'm past those)
Sippin' till my hear stop
And my jaw lock
I just made her jaw drop
From a backshot
I ain't feeling no love
I need more love
More drugs, need a new plug
I can't stop myself from going down this road
I need a jacket, ain't know it was this cold
Love me when the times right
Codeine on my timeline
Sleeping on her timeline
Sippin' too much
All these fucking posers
Imitators on my timeline
Cross my heart and hope to die
Been prayin' for a flatline
Percocet withdrawals made me realize
What it feel like
Lately, I've been in my feelings
Listening to White Wine
Sad souls with some cash flow
Never gave a fuck about the past hoe
Never gave a fuck about her past hoes
I'm past those
Sippin' till my hear stop
And my jaw lock
Sippin' till my hear stop
And my jaw lock
I just made her jaw drop
From a backshot
Sippin' till my hear stop
And my jaw lock
I just made her jaw drop
From a backshot
I ain't feeling no love
I need more love
More drugs, need a new plug
I can't stop myself from going down this road
I need a jacket, ain't know it was this cold
Love me when the times right
Codeine on my timeline
Sleeping on her timeline
Listen to my story
Hella downfalls, hella downfalls, yeah
Cause I've been a plug, yeah
She made me fall in love, yeah
Not no ordinary drug, yeah
Sippin' till my heart stop
Till my jaw lock
Dammit, now my jaw locks
It been fucked up
They think that they know us
They don't know us
So what, 50k a show
Or I don't show up, yeah
You can live on through me
Keep going strong through me
A musical misery
Sippin' till my hear stop
And my jaw lock
I just made her jaw drop
From a backshot
I ain't feeling no love
I need more love
More drugs, need a new plug
I can't stop myself from going down this road
I need a jacket, ain't know it was this cold
Love me when the times right
Codeine on my timeline
Sleeping on her timeline
Sippin' too much
(Keep going strong through me
A musical misery
Fucking me up mentally
Is that where I'm meant to be?
Is that where I'm meant to be?)
Who Are You lyrics - Juice WRLD
Ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Who are you, who are you?
Ayy, ayy ayy
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, who are you?
Bitch (Who are you?)
Bitch (Who are you?)
[?] beats
Ayy, ayy
Who are you, who are you? (Who are you?)
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy, bitch)
You better get a clue, you better get a clue
Who are you, who are you? (Who are you, who are you?)
Who are you, who are you?
You think you are different but damn, I met a few of you (I met a few of you)
You think you that nigga, damn, I killed a few of you (I killed a few of you, damn)
Who are you, who are you? (Who are you?)
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy, bitch)
Who are you, who are you? (Who are you?)
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy)
Who are you, who are you?
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy)
This shit is old to me, this shit is old to me, it may be new to you
This shit ain't true to me I bet it's true to you
Run up on me show you what I'ma do to you
I am that nigga man, ayy, blow like a ceiling fan
You are a silly man, like I'm Meek Milly I pop like a wheelie, man
I am for really man, you are a silly man
Try me if you think I'm playin', I do you like I came from Philly, man
I am too trill, poppin' these pills, I'm tryna live
Pray to the God, I'm not a God, I don't forgive
I got them goonies, I send them niggas, straight to your crib
They kill you all, including the baby, his blood on the bib
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy, bitch)
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy, bitch)
You better get a clue, you better get a clue
Who are you, who are you?
I keep on finessin' you
I am the God at this, I keep on blessin' you
Niggas be failin', 'cause, I keep on testin' you
I feel like I am a gym, I keep on flexin' you
I am the best and you know it, I get the drank and I pour it
I get the gun and I show it, run up you know that I'm blowin'
All of my niggas be totin', you talkin' stupid we catch you in the open
I kept finessin' the plug, 'cause, I am in love with the drugs
I am addicted, I am addicted, boy you know what's up
Talkin' that shit, I run up on you that shotty hold hella them slugs
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Who are you, who are you? (Ayy, ayy)
Widow lyrics - Juice WRLD
You already know what the fuck I was, I was bumming in this bitch
Oh my God, they ain't reminiscing
Baby come here (Uh), let me kiss it
I ain't hit it in a day show you that I miss it, miss it
Baby come here, let me kiss it
I ain't hit it in a day show you that I miss it, miss it
Put them scratches on my back like you know how
We could go all night, no time outs
Pop a perky, now I'm hitting it double time, wow
Thrashing it make you tap out
Quarterback with this shit, send the play
Ain't got shit to do we could fuck all day (Ayy)
Point guard with this shit (Oh), making the play (Ayy)
Bae gonna take this dick and take my heart away (Uh)
She know I'm with the shits, toting a 'K
If someone touch her I'ma take they fucking life away
I tell her I'm with the shits damn near everyday
Just so she can know that she safe
Willing To Die lyrics - Juice WRLD
Zaytoven
Thumbing through my riches
Perky in my system
Louis V, my britches
Thumbing through my riches
Perky in my system
I'm high, high, uh, whew
Thumbing through my riches (Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash)
Perky in my system (Yeah, perky in my)
Louis V, my britches (Louis V my)
Handlin' my business (Yeah)
Willin' to die, is ya? (Willin' to die)
Masturbatin' the 9, blickin'
Young nigga, I'm in my prime, money gettin'
She think that she still on my mind, dismissed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
From zero to six figures (Uh-huh)
Off limit, get mad when I kill niggas (Uh-huh)
Lil' bro gon' do it, he a ditch digger (Uh-huh)
Fuck-niggas talk shit, get disfigured (Uh-huh)
Codeine jug, I don't really sip liquor (Uh-huh)
Confusion, I don't get, nigga (Uh-huh)
No competition, I shit on and rip niggas (Uh-huh)
No opposition, they know that we blick niggas (Uh-huh)
High as a bitch on the syrup, I sip, nigga (Uh-huh)
I can afford it 'cause I am a rich nigga (Uh-huh)
I'm on the Forbes, talkin' my shit, nigga (Uh-huh)
Explore her like Dora, she let me hit, nigga (Uh-huh)
New car, two doors, on my wrist, nigga (Uh-huh)
Tryna rob the boy, might not wanna risk it (Uh-huh)
It get bloody, gory, with a gun or fist, nigga (Uh-huh)
No category, I just make hits, nigga (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm on bullshit, no matador, Chicago shit, nigga (Uh-huh)
My pocket a morgue, bankroll sit in it (Uh-huh)
Brand new pole, might go fishin' (Uh-huh)
Killers on go, they on a mission (Uh-huh)
Designer clothes, the choker, it mix with it (Uh-huh)
Purple pour, the soda, it mix with it (Uh-huh)
On the road, but that's on them hoes (Uh-huh)
Thumbing through my riches (Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash)
Perky in my system (Yeah, perky in my)
Louis V, my britches (Louis V my)
Handlin' my business (Yeah)
Willin' to die, is ya? (Willin' to die)
Masturbatin' the 9, blickin'
Young nigga, I'm in my prime, money gettin'
She think that she still on my mind, dismissed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
She thinkin' that she still on my mind, bitch, no
I remember when she was wastin' my time, it's her fault
There's some of you hoes that ain't get any love on tour
My new girl wanna fuck you like she one of us, it's all good
I been gettin' green like a lawn, I put that on my mom
People think of me as a God, I think they take it too far
I think of myself as a problem, I'm a threat to all
Unstoppable, they ain't comin' close
Fours in the drink (Yeah)
Perks in my mind make me tweak, I can't think (Yeah)
Diamonds, they wet like some soap in the sink (Yeah)
Better not look at me wrong
Baby, perky me down, fuck you all night long
Thumbing through my riches (Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash)
Perky in my system (Yeah, perky in my)
Louis V, my britches (Louis V my)
Handlin' my business (Yeah)
Willin' to die, is ya? (Willin' to die)
Masturbatin' the 9, blickin'
Young nigga, I'm in my prime, money gettin'
She think that she still on my mind, dismissed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Thumbing through my riches
Uh, perky in my system (Yeah, perky in my)
Louis V, my britches (Louis V my)
Masturbatin' the 9, blickin' (Yeah)
Willin' to die, is ya?
She thinkin' that she still on my mind, dismissed
Young nigga, I'm in my prime, money gettin'
Work Out lyrics - Juice WRLD
What else did they give you to drink?
So that's not drink?
No, I said, "What else did they give you to drink?
Uh, Bacardi
Oh, see that's why, you're out here mixin' shit (Haha)
Clear and clear though, you ain't heard this shit
That's not how that works my love, haha
I miss you
I miss you
For real?
No, for real, for real
Oh
I wanna be there
Haha, I wanna be there
Ooh, I wanna be there
Mute yo' self for a second
Girl come to me, come to me
I'ma come to you if you don't come to me
I'ma eat it good, girl, you better cum for me
It's just me and my tongue, tryna keep you company
I can't hold my tongue, baby, I think you're the one
This is a lot to say at once, uh
You probably think I'm dumb, I'm sayin' this shit too soon
Take your Xannies to this song
I'm off the Percs, I'm gone, wrong
I've been drinkin' strong, tryna leave the pills at home
I feel like I live in Hell, but for you I'm thankin' God
Maybe he sent you to me, that's what I'm tryna find out
I put the Percs down, hopefully it work out
Fit body, you work out, I hope we work out-out-out
Ain't no timeouts, all night, don't tap out
Last time you tapped out, in the pussy, I black out
I really like you, wait 'til the love come 'round
'Cause when my love is involved is when it all goes down
Make you tap out, uh, blow your back out, uh
Got you tired, tired, tired, put them Xans down, oh
You get me higher, higher, higher, put them Percs down
Teach me what you know baby, give me a work out
I'm a freak, in the sheets, I'm a freak, I'm a geek
Don't take this brain from me, I'ma need that brain for keeps
You could be my main thing, ain't no sides
Pickin' sides, you and I
You got me, you got my love for free, baby
That's a guarantee, baby
Spread your legs, I'll feast, baby
Wake you out of your sleep, baby
You know I don't get sleep, baby
Let me fuck you to pieces
Baby come to me, come to me
I'ma come to you if you don't come to me
I'ma eat it good, girl, you better cum for me
It's just me and my tongue, tryna keep you company
I can't hold my tongue, baby, I think you're the one
This is a lot to say at once, uh
You probably think I'm dumb, I'm sayin' this shit too soon
Take your Xannies to this song
I'm off the Percs, I'm gone, wrong
I've been drinkin' strong, tryna leave the pills at home
I feel like I live in Hell, but for you I'm thankin' God
Maybe He sent you to me, that's what I'm tryna find out
I put the Percs down, hopefully it work out
Fit body, you work out, I hope we work out-out-out
I want to explore you, uh
Girl, let me adore you, uh
I don't want to annoy you
I've been fiendin' girl, I want to sexually destroy you, uh
Up in the shower, we ain't have no lights
Next time, girl, ride it like a bike, fuck it, ride it all night
You got that mindset that I like, uh, you a ride-or-die
I'm drivin' myself brazy, fantasizin' about last time, uh, uh
Got a couple of homies in here
I know you can smell the love in the air
Told them to get them hoes outta here
If I don't take Percs then I feel scared
Not when you right here, when it comes to you, I care
When I'm not with you, don't nobody talk to me, don't dare
Girl come to me, come to me
I'ma come to you if you don't come to me
I'ma eat it good, girl, you better cum for me
It's just me and my tongue, tryna keep you company
I can't hold my tongue, baby, I think you're the one
This is a lot to say at once, uh
You probably think I'm dumb, I'm sayin' this shit too soon
Take your Xannies to this song
I'm off the Percs, I'm gone, wrong
I've been drinkin' strong, tryna leave the pills at home
Xmas List lyrics - Juice WRLD
DY Krazy
All I want from Christmas is some all-gold teeth
Cowboy chief, hat on my head, rifle on the scene
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)
Uh, round 'em up, just another day on the ranch
Brand new band in the Gucci pants, Codeine cowboy, I'm a champ
Big-ass Gucci belt buckle, with a revolver in my pants
I bet you never went bull ridin' off a couple xans (Yee-haw)
I keep a lil' somethin' in my holster, 'cause if it go up, then it's over
I keep a lil' somethin in my cup, codeine pourin', runneth over (Ah)
Put a lil' somethin' in her gut
She comin', she keep comin' over and over
We gettin' close, she my cowgirl, I feel her holster (Yee-haw)
Beverly hillbillies, countin' them real billi's
Dirtbikes poppin' them real wheelies (Yee-haw)
Beverly hillbillies, pass me a pill
I can't deal with it, deal with it all
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)
Say he wanna have a shootout, nigga, where you at? (Uh)
I'm at the saloon gettin' slumped off the Jack (Uh)
Got a revolver on me, I'm gon' meet you in the back (Uh)
Shoot you in the face after we take these five steps (Uh)
Smith & Wesson five hundred in my grip
My new watch gon' cost five hundred, don't trip
I ain't talkin' 'bout whiskey when I say I got the drip
Gucci boots with the spurs so the haters gon' trip, yeah
Haters gon' trip, yeah
I'm robbin' them for their loot, they ain't gon' do shit
Old broke-ass son of bitch
Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw)
AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw)
Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw)
That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw)
Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah)
What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah)
If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh)
I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)
Yes Indeed (Freestyle) lyrics - Juice WRLD
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
Imma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her "go figure"
She shove through the Tommy's, I'm talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That bitch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to 2 cause I am not the 1, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other niggas they gone
R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That's just how it is
I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that shit
I hit yo bitch just like a lick
I'm with the shits, I pass the 'Roc
Ain't no assist, bitch on my cock
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yuh
I'm in the cut with the nina
I'm wettin' it up like this shit Aquafina
You run up on me then I'm servin' em' bullets like tennis balls
Nigga ain't talkin' Serena
All of my niggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo bitch, fuck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I'm killin'
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don't want no smoke
All of these niggas ain't nothin' but jokes
Run up on me like a... like a Facebook post, lil nigga, you poked, uh
I'm a rich nigga, you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
Run up on me, let's go
[Gunshot sounds] hop on go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh
Breath in and out, I had to catch my breath
Now imma spaz on they ass
I leave em' leakin' on maxi pads
Hotter than a nigga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a nigga, that chopper blast
Told you I cannot do battle rap
Fuck ass nigga tryna battle that
Shaquille O'Neal rim rattle that
Niggas, they snitch, they tattle that
Send that shit back, damn
You must be dope, bitch I'm crack, yuh
Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yuh
Shit I'm young, rich and black, yeah, yeah
So you know they hatin' that
I'm finna spaz on they ass and you know it
You run up on me then I'm shootin', it's over
I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn
Run up on me then I'm soaking
That .40 on me and you know that it's blowin, you know that I'm totin'
Your bitches are hoeing, you know that shit goin, uh
I met that bitch on the lowin'
I picked up in a hot rod, we smokin', huh
Hotbox in the new whip with a new bitch
I don't even know her name, yah
Run up on me, that's okay
Got a AK on me, it's at your brain, yah
I put my dick in your main, yah
I just may go snatchin' chains, yah
Bring it back
I sell that shit to the gang
I sell that shit to the gang
Run up imma snatch yo chain
I sell that shit to the gang
Can't you niggas see the difference
Everyday I On a different shit
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
I'm just tryna keep my Distance, yeah
FUCK NIGGAS CANT GET WIT IT
TRANSFORM LIKE IM Witwicky
In a new car boy I'm quick wit it
With a white bitch and she still sniffing
From the shit I brought her last night
Jet lag from the last flight
Scuffed up the pair of black mikes
That I bought back in L.A
Switch it up kinda like a sex change
.40 on my hip like a gun range
Pull up on a nigga like OK
Man down bitch no mayday
Westwood I think I can rap forever
I think I can rap forever
No matter where I'm at
No matter the continent
I can probably rap wherever
I can spit whatever
I'll probably take yo bitch whatever
They selling plays for the kid
They told me to pick whenever
Imma go in one more time
I drop that bitch like a dime
She fall in love with the words
Then she fall in love with the lines
It is a difference
It is a difference
(Between words in lines)
(Uneral funeral)
I'm just tryna catch a vibe
YNR (Money Over Hoes) lyrics - Juice WRLD
Like yeah, drippin' with that VOGUE
Yeah, choppas to the fa-a-a-ace
Yeah, choppas to the fa-a-a-ace
Bitch yeah, let me put my dick on your face
Oh yeah, now you gotta fuck my gang
.40 in my hand, it's time to finger-fuck you, bae
Lamborghini in L.A., let's have a race, race, race
I'm in a Ghost, peek-a-boo, I'm in a Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Hella bands in my hands, young nigga rich, ayy, ayy
Young nigga rich, young nigga rich, young nigga rich
I'm in the studio, don't need a pen
Bad lil' bitch in the back of the Benz
Perc' 30s to the face, got me on ten, I remember Klonopins
Fuck them Xans, young rich nigga fuck up them bands
I wanna fuck you but I want the top from your friend
Yeah, bring her right here, ayy
Say you wanna fight, Squeak hit 'em with that left right
Corey got the torch, don't come right, you'll get left right
G-Money countin' the bands, tellin' me I need to get my head right
Yeah I know, put the money over hoes
Mix the soda with the four, mix the soda with the four
I heard your nigga was in jail, probably droppin' the soap
Keep a Glock in the coat
Put a couple shots through a nigga top
We ain't playin' no mo', we ain't playin' no mo'
We ain't playin' no mo'
Yeah, choppas to the fa-a-a-ace
Bitch yeah, let me put my dick on your face
Oh yeah, now you gotta fuck my gang
.40 in my hand, it's time to finger-fuck you, bae
Lamborghini in L.A., let's have a race, race, race
I'm in a Ghost, peek-a-boo, I'm in a Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Hella bands in my hands, young nigga rich, ayy, ayy
Young nigga rich, young nigga rich, young nigga rich
Young nigga rich, I was living in a ditch
Never really gave a shit, uh
Run up on me, you get hit
Choppa itchin' on me, kinda like a tick
Perky got me itchin', got me in this bitch
Higher than a bitch, flyer than a bitch
I'ma fuck your bitch, then she gotta dip, uh, ayy
Out of the drop-top, we shoot a nigga, I feel like Tony
I'ma go out 'bout that money, you can call me Tony, ayy
Choppa turn your face pizza, pepperoni
I remember ramen noodles, mostaccioli
Ravioli, now it's steak and shrimp on my plate nigga, holy moly, uh
I'ma fuck your bitch, ooh, slowly
Uh, ayy, pop a Perc', let it control me
AP on my wrist, nigga, fuck that Rollie
.40 on me, it'll kill you slowly
My homie with me, he'll kill your homie
Show no mercy to the phony
Show no mercy to the police
Especially after they killed my brodie
She love me 'cause I'm in a Lotus
I don't talk to her though, I'm antisocial
Yeah, choppas to the fa-a-a-ace
Bitch yeah, let me put my dick on your face
Oh yeah, now you gotta fuck my gang
.40 in my hand, it's time to finger-fuck you, bae
Lamborghini in L.A., let's have a race, race, race
I'm in a Ghost, peek-a-boo, I'm in a Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Hella bands in my hands, young nigga rich, ayy, ayy
Young nigga rich, young nigga rich, young nigga rich
Yonkers (Freestyle) lyrics - Juice WRLD
Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and then cole
Uh, Im'ma, uh
I'ma fuckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks
Runnin' up on me you get popped
Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac
Run up on me, pop the top, matter of fact, better back up
Cause I'm in the back of the truck with the MAC tucked
Turn that nigga into a condiment or somethin', he need to catch up
He can't catch us, them niggas can't back us
Man, them niggas need some backup
I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros
Like Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes
Run up on me like Shaquille and the paint I'm throwin' bows
You a ballerina cause I keep you on your toes
Shout out to them Florida niggas, I know some zos
Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow
I'm on Westwood, ridin' through yo hood
Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin'
I'll end yo world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it
Try me if you think I'm lyin', now listen how I do it
I get brain from a smart bitch but she stupid
Put an arrow through yo heart but no, I'm not Cupid
Like you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid
The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone
Yo bitches so sprung, yeah I put the team on
She gon get the whole team head, call that a crew neck
But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter
I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that shit forever
No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather
I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz
Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids
Hell naw, cause you will get popped off like a zit
If you fuckin' with my money cause I'll all about a grip
Tell yo bitch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips
Rest in piss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard
Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogart
Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie
I'm hotter than white bitches chillin' in a jacuzzi
My money got longer, shout out to Uzi
I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin'
I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with
Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober shit
It's a union with my gang, comin' round like it's Soviet
Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this shit with yo poker chips
If you run up, you will, you will get cranked like Soulja did
I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs, you ain't on shit
WW-dot-com, I forgot a W, I took that out, that W stand for "Win"
And I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out
Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out
She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out
Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' with computers now
I'm not worried about these niggas, keep a thirty on my hip
I Steph Curry about these niggas
These niggas hella soft, man I worry about these niggas
I never run away, I don't flurry away from niggas
That nigga lil' pussy, he furry, ain't he, lil' nigga?
Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it
My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you finished"
You know we did it
I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm fuckin' awesome
My bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic
I'm faster than sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin'
My stomach movin' slow like molasses, I got it
Run up on me, I'm poppin'
Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' cause I start from the bottom
All this shit that I'm talkin', I could probably back it
I slide into yo bitch DM like a sled and toboggan
For yo brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' that target
I'll turn yo ass to a target then threw yo ass in the garbage
Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to god that I'm bussin'
Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin'
These niggas makin' assumption, me, I'm just makin' this money
I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference?
Broke niggas and rich niggas, showin' the distance
This is a business relationship, fuck a friendship
All these other niggas fake like "What you got over there?
Let me get something off your plate", nah
I did this all by myself so I don't need nobody's help, shit
I'm a giant, you an elf, I put yo brains up on a shelf after I collect it
Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon
Slide through yo block again and catch some sloppy seconds
That's a preference, I heard you talkin' about heaven
Well I send yo ass to hell, right next to Jezebel
You can catch 20 shells, you a fat person, you get shot, Garfield
I got bars like jail barbells, these niggas not funny, Seinfeld
But my flow is so unpredictable
Fuckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield
Man, I could never mess up, I gotta fess up, this is a confession
I pull up on the scene with my 40, it came from my plaster
That shit is a blessing, I leave you in the past tense
I rap to wrappin' plastics, that's just some plaster rap
But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, can you imagine that?
Man, these niggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that
Man, this rappin' shit is such a passion
Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bastard
And these niggas talkin' dumb to me
But that shit doesn't matter, cause my pockets gettin' fatter
And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outta space, I'm up on Saturn
With some niggas that came from my hometown
They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay
I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin'
You gon need a bouncer, we robbin' yo accountant for everything
So much money that I ain't even count yet
Life's a bitch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched
These niggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet
My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand
I got a knife in my right hand, yo bitch in my left hand
And her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second
If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head
If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here
The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere
I can say what I want and it'll come out how I want it
Run up if you want, that's okay cause it's over
I really do not condone it, I don't fuck with opponents
It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three
And they singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke
But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it
I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins
Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci
All over my pant pockets, man, maybe I should stop it
Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous
Off the Henny, that's the remedy
A hundred in these clips so if I shoot it that's a centipede
I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century
It's 21 inside the clip, like the century, I'm schoolin' niggas
Ruler and the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist
She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis
Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it
Man I could rap forever if I go broke Westwood I'ma trap forever
So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather
I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever
Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes
My gun with me cause it go, oof!
Next beat, next beat, I may come back
Next part, what should I kill? Cool
You Ain't Safe lyrics - Juice WRLD
Yung Exclusive
Cardo Got Wings
Yeah, oh ayy
Huh
Foreign bitch she came from
I don't wanna fuck her anyways
I don't wanna fuck her anyways, anyways, anyways
Told her that I need to get away, get away
I can't stand that bitch I need to get away, get away
You ain't talking money fuck up out my face, out my way
That's your bitch I may just fuck her face the first date
Run this shit like a race, like a race
Fuck a Pontiac I need a Wraith, need a Wraith
Need the money out your safe, out your safe
Pull it out and spray you ain't safe, you ain't safe, ooh
Superhero no cape
I go ape I feel like a Bape coat
Heard you wanna hate
New AK give your ass a halo
Gun gon' sing, that bitch just like J-Lo
American Idol my rifle, told her we don't got a title
I could merch, put that on a Bible
Do I love her, shit I'm indecisive
Or am I in denial, I can't tell the difference
Me and fake niggas, can't you see the distance
Only wanna fuck her one time fuck her friendship
After that I may just fuck her friends I'm relentless
Then I kill her boyfriend I guess I'm demented, yeah
You can hear that craziness up in my lyrics, ayy
She gon' fuck the team, that's some team spirit
Song so cold had to let the team hear it
Told her that I need to get away, get away
I can't stand that bitch I need to get away, get away
You ain't talking money fuck up out my face, out my way
That's your bitch I may just fuck her face the first date
Run this shit like a race, like a race
Fuck a Pontiac I need a Wraith, need a Wraith
Need the money out your safe, out your safe
Pull it out and spray you ain't safe, you ain't safe, ooh
You Don't Know Me lyrics - Juice WRLD
We was just talkin' 'bout some shit, yeah
Girl, you don't, you don't, you don't
Yeah, you don't, you don't, you don't
You don't know me like you think you know me
Say you love me, baby girl, then show me
Arguments, all you do is blow me
But when you leave I'm so fuckin' lonely
I walk, walk away, away from all my problems
I look, look at you, look at you to solve 'em
Now I see, now I see, that is the problem
Co-dependence, not independent
Now I see, now I see, I see through the darkness
Climbing out of the hole which I fall in
Finding peace in a world full of sorrow
I'll try, I'll try
Love, live let her go
Fuck that, hold her close
Do I get high off her love
Or just perky overdose?
All of those options are tempting
Still, wish we were never-ending
You don't know me like you think you know me
Say you love me, baby girl, then show me
Arguments all you do is blow me
But when you leave I'm so fuckin' lonely
You don't know me like you think you know me
Say you love me, baby girl, then show me
Arguments all you do is blow me
But when you leave, when you leave
Oh oh oh, oh oh
This ain't heaven, this hell with a smile
Oh oh, oh oh
I'll sit down, this may take a while
Hold my hand, yeah yeah yeah, and don't give up on us
Got a fire a desire I got love fever
Let us dance, yeah yeah yeah, I'm the devil in a tux
But you're the one with all the fire
Love, live let her go
Fuck that, hold her close
Do I get high off her love
Or just perky overdose?
All of those options are tempting
Still, wish we were never-ending
You don't know me like you think you know me
Say you love me, baby girl, then show me
Arguments all you do is blow me
But when you leave I'm so fuckin' lonely
You don't know me like you think you know me
Say you love me, baby girl, then show me
Arguments all you do is blow me
But when you leave, when you leave
Oh oh oh, oh oh
This ain't heaven, this hell with a smile (This ain't heaven, this hell)
Oh oh, oh oh
I'll sit down, this may take a while
You're Done lyrics - Juice WRLD
Lost in the abyss over a bitch
Damn
Lost in the abyss over a bitch
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done (Uh)
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done (Bitch), what have you done? (What have you done?)
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch you're done, yeah, bitch, you are done, done (Bitch, you are done)
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done
I'm not the one, I'm not the one (Bitch)
I'm not the one
I will not fall inside of your abyss
I will not fall for the go-around
But what comes around
Bitch goes around
Karma's a bitch and God has a ugly frown
I know that first hand
And soon, you will too, too, too
You'll catch smoke by the second hand
The cancer is coming to you, you, you (You)
Time is up
Time is up
The time is up
The time is up
Bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done
In the abyss, I'm out
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done (Uh)
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done (Bitch), what have you done? (What have you done?)
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch you're done, yeah, bitch, you are done, done (Bitch, you are done)
Bitch, you're done, bitch, you're done
Bitch, you're done
I'm not the one, I'm not the one (Bitch)
I'm not the one
You're My Everything lyrics - Juice WRLD
I had a dream you left me
I woke up scared to death
'Cause I won't have nothing left if you leave
I had a dream you left
I woke up scared to death
'Cause I won't have nothing, love, you're my everything
It's funny when they tell me I'm a sad boy
Then why you think I'm using all the drugs for
Cracked a Benz while I'm lookin' to the Benz track, (ha)
I won't be sad no more
Somewhere down the line I'll meet a sad girl
Next thing you know she in my bed
Next thing you know she in my room
Next thing you know she in my head
Let's add a little drama to the scene
This is when I tell you that I love you when you leave
This is when you told me that I don't mean anything
Then that's where I told you that you were my everything
I had a dream you left me
I woke up scared to death
'Cause I won't have nothing left if you leave
I had a dream you left I woke up scared to death
'Cause I won't have nothing, love, your my everything
YOUDONTLOVEME lyrics - Juice WRLD
Yeah, I do what I wanna
Blunts of the strong marijuana
If I die tell my Momma I'm a stoner
Do what I wanna
Always smell that aroma
Started young now I'm feeling older
I do what I wanna
I'm too drunk to care, drunk to care
All you do is stop and stare, stop and stare (Yeah, I do what I wanna)
No you don't love me, yeah
No you don't love me, yeah (Yeah, I do what I wanna)
Not losing the time, no, no, not again
I know that this money is my only friend
I know that these drugs finna do me in
But I'ma do them anyway
I know I sin, sin, sin
Don't got no regrets, yes, yes
I'ma live the best, best, best
Til I lay to rest, rest, rest
Percocet keep from all my pain
Xanny umbrella
Yeah, I hate the rain
Going through the cycle yet again
Time don't stop, no, I know, not for no man
I'm too drunk to care, drunk to care
All you do is stop and stare, stop and stare
No you don't love me, yeah
No you don't love me, yeah
I'm too drunk to care, drunk to care
You just stop and stare, stop and stare
No you don't love me, yeah
You hate me, is that right?
Aye, caught up in the fast life
I'ma do the dash while I pass life
You hate me, is that right?
Better stand up and act right
I'm living in the fast life
I'ma do the dash when I pass life
You hate me, is that right?
Better stand up
Better act right
Fuck 12, they just let my bro home
Looking at this trap phone, all these unknowns
Shorty finna let me out the friend zone
Yeah, I do what I wanna
Blunts of the strong marijuana
If I die tell my Momma I'm a stunna
Do what I wanna
Always smell the aroma
Started young now I'm feeling older
I do what I wanna
I'm too drunk to care, drunk to care
All you do is stop and stare, stop and stare (Yeah, I do what I wanna)
No you don't love me, yeah
No you don't love me, yeah (Yeah, I do what I wanna)
Z Nation lyrics - Juice WRLD
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Phantom like a spaceship
Niggas beefin' over the same bitch, I could never get with it
I was on that new shit, countin' up the blue chips, spend it all in Ruth's Chris
Watch me make it all back
Throw that ass back, yeah
Baby just like that, yeah
That bitch like coke, yeah, her mama like crack, yeah
Servin' to her mom, had to take a cooking class
Counting up the blue face, they said I wasn't good at math
Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad
I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?
Oh, we in the studio countin' up big racks blowin' on big thrax
Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps, yeah
They was sleeping on my rap career, they would nap, yeah
Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it
On this bitch with Metro if he don't trust you I'ma shoot you
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that, .40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones that held me down (Yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Why you callin' my phone on that lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now you sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart race, slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
.40 put you on the concrete, creamation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Zero Toleration lyrics - Juice WRLD
Oh-ah
808 Mafia
Bitch, uh, ya dig (You know how it feels)
Ya dig
Tell me you know how it feels to be high with a couple mill'
Ya dig, that's the lingo
Choppa hit him four times in a row, that's a bingo
I told that lil' bitch to hit the road, now I'm single
She know that my niggas the only demons in my household
Zero toleration
What is you sayin'? I can't even contemplate it
Bitch, I'm the man, run through bands, that is just some "everyday" shit
Click claow, that's the sound when my chains hit
Ride 'round in that Lambo', tryna lane switch
Gucci, no Reebok, real crack, no re-rock (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I know you see us, you wanna meet us (Yeah, yeah)
You lookin' for me, I'm somewhere in LA kickin' my feet up (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon on my feet, ain't regular Adidas
Oh, I'm in the cut, paranoid, and the bitch got my hand on my heater
Your girlfriend over here, doin' white, she say it's Justin Bieber
I done earned my stripes like a tiger, nigga
But I spot y'all like y'all cheetahs, yeah
I need a ride or die, that need me like I need her, yeah
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Look at the way that I shit on these niggas
Stackin' my chips and then I count up my figures
Fuck with us, we gon' hang a nigga
Have him swingin' on a rope like that choppa on my chain
They can't stop me like a tsunami, I can't be contained
My brother feel like Nicholas, 'cause he up in that cage
Everyday feel like Christmas, 'cause all this tree I blaze
We shoot niggas, don't pistol-whip
Catch a bullet right in your face
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Flossin', why they floggin', ah shit
Zoom lyrics - Juice WRLD
808 Mafia
Hit the town, I need bands, count up 50
Put it all in the bag, then bring it with me
Walk around town, blowin' money baby
Condo downtown, for special occasions
Spin me 'round, put money on the floor then lay me down
Run me 'round, take a break then go another round
Best she ever had, yeah, I'm from a different realm
She broke me out of hell, yeah, I know she angel
Mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Flyin' through the Hollywood hills
Perfect on timing, running off pills
She helps me sit still
When I'm not on super moto-wheels
Z-Z-Z-Zoom
Hands on my handlebars, found the groove
Ironic, reminds me of you
Still can't pop wheelies like you
Z-Z-Z-Zoom
Hands on my handlebars found the groove
Ironic, reminds me of you
Still can't pop wheelies like you
Hit the town, I need bands, count up 50
Put it all in the bag, then bring it with me
Walk around town, blowin' money baby
Condo downtown, for special occasions
Spin me 'round, put money on the floor then lay me down
Run me 'round, take a break then go another round
Best she ever had, yeah, I'm from a different realm
She broke me out of hell, yeah, I know she angel
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