I just got a juug, I just got a juug, juug, juug
I just called the plug (Uh), I just called the plug, plug, plug
These niggas flodgin', these niggas flodgin', these niggas flodgin'
Ayy, let's go
I take off, no jet lag (I take off)
Spend that shit, then make it back (spend that shit)
I just may walk up in Saks
50 bands in a bag (50 bands)
I got a hundred, double that (I got a hundred)
Big old gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke, it's back to that
I would juug all day (juug all day) just to keep the lights on (just to keep the lights on)
I would juug all day (juug all day), every day I was tryna get (every day)
Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug
I can't f*ck you right now, no I gotta juug
Poppin' me up, drugs
Got a bad bitch like Meagan Good
Choppa long like a golf club
Hold that bitch like Tiger Woods
F*ck your bitch, I might as well
I heard that her pussy good
Aww, ride in the Range, ride in the Rover
I'm switchin' lanes, losing composure
Rollie on me, no tick-tick-tick-tick, you know your time is over
Gun in the bag, it go shh-shh-shh, you know it's a silence on it
Money machine, it go tick-tick-tick-tick-tick, keep your composure
My niggas brazy as hell, shoot up your spot and laugh
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in Saks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that (hunnid bands)
Big old gun in a duffel bag (Big old gun)
Still got niggas on the block, yeah (Still got niggas)
If we go broke, it's back to that
I would juug all day (juug all day) just to keep the lights on (just to keep the lights on)
I would juug all day (juug all day), every day I was tryna get (every day)
Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug
I can't f*ck you right now, no I gotta juug
I'm the Juug King
Got a million dollars worth of Eliantte on everything
Half of these rappers be fake, I know 'cause niggas got fake chains (pussy)
I cook dope on beats so every verse I write cocaine
And I don't ride waves, I ride cars and airplanes
I take off, no jet lag
Lost half a mil' and juuged it back
I sell pounds out trash bags
Wrapped my money in saran wrap
You own your block, yeah that's cap
How you a boss and sellin' sacks?
Street get money like 16 ways
So nigga I don't depend on rap
Ayy, skrr, skrr
Can I get a little skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
I'm cookin' dope
Skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
I'm the mothaf*ckin' GOAT
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in Saks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that
Big old gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke, it's back to that
I would juug all day just to keep the lights on
I would juug all day, everyday I was tryna get
Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug
I can't f*ck you right now, no I gotta juug
I just got a juug, I just got a juug, juug, juug
I just called the plug, I just called the plug, plug, plug
F*ckin' up the racks in Saks Fifth
Space coupe, it came with a pink slip
The Goyard filled with blue strips
Spend the chips like a big pimp
Takin' a Wraith, not no jet lag
I put Chanel on my bitch purse
I'm takin' off with her Hermès
All through the door, call her Birkin
Richard Mille ain't got no tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Go and spend it all, ain't no worry
Got the whole world drinkin' dirty (Dirty)
That's your old girl, then we splurgin' (Splurge)
Perfectin' my job and it's new goals
Certified stones on my new ho
All solid, all solid stones
Cuban link on my collarbone
Skeleton AP, the two-tone
I wear it at night, turn the lights off
I take off on the jet, nigga
With a hundred bands and a TEC, nigga
I take off, no jet lag
Spend that shit, then make it back
I just may walk up in Saks
50 bands in a bag
I got a hundred, double that
Big old gun in a duffel bag
Still got niggas on the block, yeah
If we go broke it's back to that
Juug all day just to keep the lights on
I would juug all day, everyday I was tryna get (juug, juug)
Good all ways, all work, no play, just juug
I can't f*ck you right now, no I gotta juug
Juugin' all day, just to keep the lights on
Juugin' all day, every day
Juugin' all day, keep the lights on
Juugin' all day, every day
Future - WRLD ON DRUGS Album Lyrics
Future - WRLD ON DRUGS Lyrics
(Featuring Juice Wrld)
Writer: Andrew Wotman, Jarad A. Higgins, Louis Bell, Nayvadius Wilburn, Carl Austin Rosen, Kenneth Edward Bailey
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, YOUNG SCOOTER PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, YOUNG SCOOTER PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Astronauts
Yeaa
What up baby
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
And your style is impeccable, you're so f*ckin' incredible
You don't drop off your pedestal, well you shine like a bezel, boo
Saks Fifth Avenue, I'm tryna buy you the avenue
You a astronaut baby, everything we do brand new
More water than Cancun, me and you we some Tycoons
We light up the whole room, we hot in that bedroom
More love than February, this-sh ain't no fairy-tary
The highest level you can go, we blow up to legendary
This outer space lingo, I put it on when it's necessary
You an honor to me, I act along as I treat
I wear my heart on my sleeve, you got my heart in my stomach
Without a doubt in my mind, I'm takin' off and you comin'
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
Top floor of the penthouse, on the rooftop poppin' bottles
Shawty she go both ways, anytime she go smash models
Addicted to the high life, me and you we 'bout the same
Gucci, Louis, Prada, when we walk it ain't no thang
Got them VVS diamonds they go bling, them bitches blang
Say you wanna go to Pluto, me and you, we are the same
Baby, tell me you can gutter and she fire to the flame
You remain full of spin like woo ride plane
Take off, take off, take off, take off and blast
? compare to you, you're a whole 'nother class
You high sadiddy and pretty, lights, camera flashing
Focus on ya future and never disturb with the past
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
She the red on the bottom of her shoes (On her shoes)
I'm in her brain like I can't lose (I can't lose)
And it ain't nothing for her I can't do
And when I'm with 'er I got nothin' to prove
She accept me for me and I take you for you
We get high as the skies and get past the moon
We got a special connection, and we could light up the room
We some astronauts
Baby, no cartoon, we out of here
And we ain't gonna ever come to earth again,
We Never Go touch the Surf again, designer gear is all we in,
Outerspace status, the most incredible bond and it's full of passion
A whole lot of passion
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
What up baby
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
And your style is impeccable, you're so f*ckin' incredible
You don't drop off your pedestal, well you shine like a bezel, boo
Saks Fifth Avenue, I'm tryna buy you the avenue
You a astronaut baby, everything we do brand new
More water than Cancun, me and you we some Tycoons
We light up the whole room, we hot in that bedroom
More love than February, this-sh ain't no fairy-tary
The highest level you can go, we blow up to legendary
This outer space lingo, I put it on when it's necessary
You an honor to me, I act along as I treat
I wear my heart on my sleeve, you got my heart in my stomach
Without a doubt in my mind, I'm takin' off and you comin'
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
Top floor of the penthouse, on the rooftop poppin' bottles
Shawty she go both ways, anytime she go smash models
Addicted to the high life, me and you we 'bout the same
Gucci, Louis, Prada, when we walk it ain't no thang
Got them VVS diamonds they go bling, them bitches blang
Say you wanna go to Pluto, me and you, we are the same
Baby, tell me you can gutter and she fire to the flame
You remain full of spin like woo ride plane
Take off, take off, take off, take off and blast
? compare to you, you're a whole 'nother class
You high sadiddy and pretty, lights, camera flashing
Focus on ya future and never disturb with the past
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
She the red on the bottom of her shoes (On her shoes)
I'm in her brain like I can't lose (I can't lose)
And it ain't nothing for her I can't do
And when I'm with 'er I got nothin' to prove
She accept me for me and I take you for you
We get high as the skies and get past the moon
We got a special connection, and we could light up the room
We some astronauts
Baby, no cartoon, we out of here
And we ain't gonna ever come to earth again,
We Never Go touch the Surf again, designer gear is all we in,
Outerspace status, the most incredible bond and it's full of passion
A whole lot of passion
You a astronaut chick
And that's the only thing that matter to me,
You amaze me on a whole 'nother level,
Me and you we light the room up, when we together
Everytime we havin' sex we gotta break a sweat, 'cause we some space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep, 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life,
And we gon' blast up like a rocket when the time right,
And when the time right
Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, WILLIE JEROME BYRD
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Fine China
The world on drugs
Ten (yeah) thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates, fine china
Shawty like a, uh
Shawty like a (Wheezy outta here)
Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china
Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes, like dust from the skies
It's her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I'ma kill her, oh, she'll die
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
Goin' insane, feel you pickin' up and movin' things inside my brain
I know I don't have to argue about everything
But we don't have the same soul
Went and sold drugs 'til we got a bigger bankroll
Tell me that you love me, baby, say it again
Repeat it over and over until it's in my brain
Picked up the drugs so I let my brain go
Woulda fried yours too, but I'm selfish about my Percs, oh
Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china
Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes, like dust from the skies
It's her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I'ma kill her, oh, she'll die
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
I'm so crazy about mine (Wheezy outta here)
I'm goin' to Pluto with my girl (oh, shorty)
I'm goin' to Jupiter with my girl (don't call your exes)
I'm goin' to Mars with my girl (don't call your exes)
I'm goin' to Saturn with my girl
Been feelin' like I'm runnin' out of space
You need to send your location, I can't think
I done fell in love twice but I gotta be lyin'
'Cause I'm livin' ten lives, I go crazy about mines (ayy)
Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china
Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes, like dust from the skies
It's her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I'ma kill her, oh, she'll die
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
Ten (yeah) thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates
Thousand dollar plates, fine china
Shawty like a, uh
Shawty like a (Wheezy outta here)
Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china
Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes, like dust from the skies
It's her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I'ma kill her, oh, she'll die
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
Goin' insane, feel you pickin' up and movin' things inside my brain
I know I don't have to argue about everything
But we don't have the same soul
Went and sold drugs 'til we got a bigger bankroll
Tell me that you love me, baby, say it again
Repeat it over and over until it's in my brain
Picked up the drugs so I let my brain go
Woulda fried yours too, but I'm selfish about my Percs, oh
Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china
Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes, like dust from the skies
It's her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I'ma kill her, oh, she'll die
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
I'm so crazy about mine (Wheezy outta here)
I'm goin' to Pluto with my girl (oh, shorty)
I'm goin' to Jupiter with my girl (don't call your exes)
I'm goin' to Mars with my girl (don't call your exes)
I'm goin' to Saturn with my girl
Been feelin' like I'm runnin' out of space
You need to send your location, I can't think
I done fell in love twice but I gotta be lyin'
'Cause I'm livin' ten lives, I go crazy about mines (ayy)
Shorty like a thousand dollar plate, fine china
Tell her that she beautiful every day, I remind her
Then I jump in the pussy like a lake, I'm a diver
And her last man was a pussy, had a vagina
I get lost in her eyes, like dust from the skies
It's her body or nobody, I refuse to compromise
So if she leaves, I'ma kill her, oh, she'll die
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
Did I say that out loud? I'm so crazy about mine
Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jarad Higgins, Simon Christensen, Wesley Glass, Corey French
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Red Bentley
You do the bag
That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man)
Okay, we on some crazy shit (Woo!)
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply f*ckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil
Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper
Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink
Every time I go in my jewelry box, gotta wear my mink
And my drip expensive, 12 karat apiece
All my tennis chains look like ear rings on obesity (yeah)
All a nigga do is drink codeine, make at least a mil' a week (yeah)
No limit, nigga, gon' see 'bout your dawg, want nothin' but some murders (yeah)
It's a therapeutic, pop the new tags (yeah)
When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xan (yeah)
I'm wipin' my ho down with gold, you don't understand (yeah)
Niggas in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (yeah)
Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (yeah)
I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (yeah)
Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa (yeah)
I got 'em comin' off the bench, Jamal Crawford (yeah)
I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know that counts (yeah)
Cream and green Rolexes, you slime bastard (yeah)
These bitches greet me on their knees 'cause I'm their master (yeah)
I caught a tall European and we wrestled (yeah)
Wrist on a brick, uh, I was just servin' these nicks, uh
You on the list, uh, on the Chi, you gon' get hit
Pullin' on niggas sticks, think twice 'fore you diss
Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your spit
I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch
10 thousand dollars worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit
Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist
I'm just an international nigga with the shit, 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris
I got 10 chains on me, ho, I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (no)
We got the block for our door, mama don't need no new paint
We still Ferraris and vogues, hop out the jet and go hop on the boat
A long way from maintain, gettin' head in the Mulsanne (let's go)
The realest, the trillest, you know I'ma make sure the crew ate
When the business get finished, you get hundred racks and the blue Range
I'm Dennis The Menace, I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages
I get the racks from distortin' ladies, 500 mil' off a tour date
Your bitch is eatin', f*ck her, then we don't speak
40 on me on pre-heat, diamonds on me like RiRi
I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees
This a brand new TEC, gon' and feel that heat
You should come get your ho, yeah, I just hit her
Yeah, you kinda bad, but I'm kinda f*ckin' on your sister
Pluto said he don't give a f*ck, those twin sisters
But f*ck twins, I need triplets, red bone like a piglet
Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin'
That's your nigga, bet I kill him, lil' bitch, I'm a bully
With them niggas that pull triggers, please don't overlook it
Big ass choppa-choppas, he couldn't even go to the doctor-doctor
Money older than your father's father, yeah
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply f*ckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply f*ckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man)
Okay, we on some crazy shit (Woo!)
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply f*ckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil
Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper
Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink
Every time I go in my jewelry box, gotta wear my mink
And my drip expensive, 12 karat apiece
All my tennis chains look like ear rings on obesity (yeah)
All a nigga do is drink codeine, make at least a mil' a week (yeah)
No limit, nigga, gon' see 'bout your dawg, want nothin' but some murders (yeah)
It's a therapeutic, pop the new tags (yeah)
When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xan (yeah)
I'm wipin' my ho down with gold, you don't understand (yeah)
Niggas in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (yeah)
Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (yeah)
I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (yeah)
Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa (yeah)
I got 'em comin' off the bench, Jamal Crawford (yeah)
I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know that counts (yeah)
Cream and green Rolexes, you slime bastard (yeah)
These bitches greet me on their knees 'cause I'm their master (yeah)
I caught a tall European and we wrestled (yeah)
Wrist on a brick, uh, I was just servin' these nicks, uh
You on the list, uh, on the Chi, you gon' get hit
Pullin' on niggas sticks, think twice 'fore you diss
Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your spit
I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch
10 thousand dollars worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit
Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist
I'm just an international nigga with the shit, 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris
I got 10 chains on me, ho, I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (no)
We got the block for our door, mama don't need no new paint
We still Ferraris and vogues, hop out the jet and go hop on the boat
A long way from maintain, gettin' head in the Mulsanne (let's go)
The realest, the trillest, you know I'ma make sure the crew ate
When the business get finished, you get hundred racks and the blue Range
I'm Dennis The Menace, I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages
I get the racks from distortin' ladies, 500 mil' off a tour date
Your bitch is eatin', f*ck her, then we don't speak
40 on me on pre-heat, diamonds on me like RiRi
I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees
This a brand new TEC, gon' and feel that heat
You should come get your ho, yeah, I just hit her
Yeah, you kinda bad, but I'm kinda f*ckin' on your sister
Pluto said he don't give a f*ck, those twin sisters
But f*ck twins, I need triplets, red bone like a piglet
Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin'
That's your nigga, bet I kill him, lil' bitch, I'm a bully
With them niggas that pull triggers, please don't overlook it
Big ass choppa-choppas, he couldn't even go to the doctor-doctor
Money older than your father's father, yeah
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply f*ckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply f*ckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
Writer: Jarad A. Higgins, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make It Back
[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions, give a f*ck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh
(Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no f*ck 'cause I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah
[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love
Talkin' that shit, you get thrown like a double or hundred in the strip club
All of my niggas gettin' money all day, I told ya, I told ya
You don't want no problems, I'm with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
.150 with me, with me, choppers with me, with me
Tell 'em come get me, get me
That lil' bitch need to suck my dick, won't give her no kissy, kissy
Suck on my dick so hard I thought she left a hicky, hicky
Woo, she a thotty thats a icky Vicky
Wishin' for that burner feel like Tiimmy, Tiimmy
[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions, give a f*ck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah
I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions, give a f*ck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh
(Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no f*ck 'cause I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah
[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love
Talkin' that shit, you get thrown like a double or hundred in the strip club
All of my niggas gettin' money all day, I told ya, I told ya
You don't want no problems, I'm with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
.150 with me, with me, choppers with me, with me
Tell 'em come get me, get me
That lil' bitch need to suck my dick, won't give her no kissy, kissy
Suck on my dick so hard I thought she left a hicky, hicky
Woo, she a thotty thats a icky Vicky
Wishin' for that burner feel like Tiimmy, Tiimmy
[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions, give a f*ck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a f*ck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah
Writer: Frank Dukes, Jared Higgins, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Oxy
I see funny faces
Oxy, Oxycontin
For the world
Oxy-Oxy, yeah Freebands
I just told Richie we rich
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Look at my wrist, Oxy
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Look at my clique, Oxy
Medicine Man
Medicine Man taking off never to land
United we fall, together we stand
I pop a whole, she took a half
I'm feelin' gold, she lookin' tan
It never gets old, she never get mad
"We too high to f*ck," I never hear that
Cotton candy, sweet as gold
Make that pussy open, close
She take her meds up her nose
Looking like she smell a rose
It says Hermès on my clothes
20 mg, that's my dose
I f*cked her off one of those
She act like she saw a ghost
Wake up baby, comatose
Wake up baby, vamonos
Sleeping like we on an island somewhere in Galapagos
It's lonely at the top we hold hands, Geronimo
100% cotton oxymoron, oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Look at my wrist, Oxy
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Oxycontin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Look at my clique, Oxy
Matchy-matchy nigga just stop it
Niggas always try to copy
Drinkin' sake
Hachi Tachi
I eat beef, Johnny Rocket
Over the bowl in the faucet
Crank that hoe, John Gotti
Ben Frank, meet the pocket
Pocket watchin', pick a pocket
Richard Mille prolly
Got me lookin cocky
Juuggin' in the lobby
Catching, Jeremy Shockey
Cuban link my wallet, and it's camouflagin'
It ain't no discussion
Had her hit your target
Bentley with the roof
Got Versace carpet
Sippin' lean like soup
Yeah hachi tachi
I'ma pop an X
I'ma try the Oxy
I just tried, oooh
I can't feel my body
Oxycontin
Oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Look at my wrist, Oxy
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Oxycontin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Look at my clique, Oxy
Freebands!
Yeah I got some pills
Yeah I got the Perc
Yeah I got this big booty bitch in my vert
And I got a room, and it's downtown
And my white bitch
Oxy, Oxycontin
For the world
Oxy-Oxy, yeah Freebands
I just told Richie we rich
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Look at my wrist, Oxy
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Look at my clique, Oxy
Medicine Man
Medicine Man taking off never to land
United we fall, together we stand
I pop a whole, she took a half
I'm feelin' gold, she lookin' tan
It never gets old, she never get mad
"We too high to f*ck," I never hear that
Cotton candy, sweet as gold
Make that pussy open, close
She take her meds up her nose
Looking like she smell a rose
It says Hermès on my clothes
20 mg, that's my dose
I f*cked her off one of those
She act like she saw a ghost
Wake up baby, comatose
Wake up baby, vamonos
Sleeping like we on an island somewhere in Galapagos
It's lonely at the top we hold hands, Geronimo
100% cotton oxymoron, oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Look at my wrist, Oxy
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Oxycontin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Look at my clique, Oxy
Matchy-matchy nigga just stop it
Niggas always try to copy
Drinkin' sake
Hachi Tachi
I eat beef, Johnny Rocket
Over the bowl in the faucet
Crank that hoe, John Gotti
Ben Frank, meet the pocket
Pocket watchin', pick a pocket
Richard Mille prolly
Got me lookin cocky
Juuggin' in the lobby
Catching, Jeremy Shockey
Cuban link my wallet, and it's camouflagin'
It ain't no discussion
Had her hit your target
Bentley with the roof
Got Versace carpet
Sippin' lean like soup
Yeah hachi tachi
I'ma pop an X
I'ma try the Oxy
I just tried, oooh
I can't feel my body
Oxycontin
Oxycontin
Oxy-Oxy, Oxycontin
Look at my wrist, Oxy
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Oxycontin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Oxycontin (Oxycontin)
Look at my bitch, Oxy
Look at my clique, Oxy
Freebands!
Yeah I got some pills
Yeah I got the Perc
Yeah I got this big booty bitch in my vert
And I got a room, and it's downtown
And my white bitch
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Tony Son
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
7am
Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga
No sleep nigga
Still been sippin' all night, nigga
Money drip
Wheezy outta here
She give me top in the Tesla
I'ma invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I take Perkies to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a demon
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm f*ckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
Spend a check on that pussy
I got designer all over my hoodie
Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy
Look, there he go
He get a few shots, bow
Out the draco
Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah yeah
Double I'm geeked off lean, yeah yeah
Baped up, lookin' like king, yeah yeah
Bad bitch pulling up my sleeve, yeah yeah
Northside Gucci my feet, yeah yeah
Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah yeah
Bite down on my teeth
You smell codeine when I pee, yeah yeah
Sipping on red lean
Gun got a red beam
No niggas from the red team
They go brazy
Pull up in that new ting
I was f*cking on new ting
Bad bitch with a tongue ring
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm f*ckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
Pour me a four and another, I love it (sip, sip, sip)
It's me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gonna take your bitch
We already got 5, we was gonna make her 6
I didn't eat today, but I took the Perc'
And I pray to god, it won't make me sick
Pour me some drugs in the cup, no rush like sip, sip, sip
Ain't got enough fingers for all these rings on drip, drip, drip
Turn them lil niggas to fiends, all they wanna do is bust clips
Keep a Mac-11 with a beam
I'm Gucci, don't slip
Gold in your face yeah, yeah, yeah
Flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm f*ckin her face, yeah yeah
She give me top in the Tesla
I'ma invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I take Perkies to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a devil
No sleep nigga
Still been sippin' all night, nigga
Money drip
Wheezy outta here
She give me top in the Tesla
I'ma invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I take Perkies to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a demon
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm f*ckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
Spend a check on that pussy
I got designer all over my hoodie
Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy
Look, there he go
He get a few shots, bow
Out the draco
Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah yeah
Double I'm geeked off lean, yeah yeah
Baped up, lookin' like king, yeah yeah
Bad bitch pulling up my sleeve, yeah yeah
Northside Gucci my feet, yeah yeah
Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah yeah
Bite down on my teeth
You smell codeine when I pee, yeah yeah
Sipping on red lean
Gun got a red beam
No niggas from the red team
They go brazy
Pull up in that new ting
I was f*cking on new ting
Bad bitch with a tongue ring
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm f*ckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
Pour me a four and another, I love it (sip, sip, sip)
It's me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gonna take your bitch
We already got 5, we was gonna make her 6
I didn't eat today, but I took the Perc'
And I pray to god, it won't make me sick
Pour me some drugs in the cup, no rush like sip, sip, sip
Ain't got enough fingers for all these rings on drip, drip, drip
Turn them lil niggas to fiends, all they wanna do is bust clips
Keep a Mac-11 with a beam
I'm Gucci, don't slip
Gold in your face yeah, yeah, yeah
Flooded out baguettes, yeah, yeah
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
80/20, mine off top
I'm f*ckin her face, yeah yeah
She give me top in the Tesla
I'ma invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I take Perkies to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a devil
Writer: Jarad A. Higgins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Different
Talkin' it and doin' it a different story (Talkin')
Just to
Yeah, yeah
Wheezy outta here
Ah-aha
We live this shit for real (For real, for real)
I blow money on my bitch
Then killed the kitty, that bitch my city
They bad as saditty
I'd f*ck it, I admit it
Can't wait to hit it
Money, I'm gon' get it, I'm so terrific
That's the way I'm livin'
That's the way I'm buildin'
Always be gettin' it, Patek this issue
Flooded my wrist, you ain't gon' get this
Hit it with extended, that pussy gettin' it
When I pop that Perc', I can f*ck that bitch, make her go (ah)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets
Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets
Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace"
And if it smell like water, f*ck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
I'm the realest, feel like 2Pac, call me Makaveli
It really ain't shit a broke nigga can tell me
I'm walkin' around with the chopper, it heavy
Popped that lil' boy, sound like confetti
Shot that lil' boy, now he in heaven
I only like girls, told my mama don't worry
She hate on my car cause she said it look girly
Ain't f*ckin' these bitches, I know y'all ain't worthy
Don't play the position, you gon' lose your jersey
She's a good girl, now she turned bad
Want a rich nigga? Gotta earn him
Yeah, want a rich nigga? Gotta earn
And I'm straighter than a damn perm
Bought a million, now done wait your turn
Yeah
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest nigga in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
Amiri my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
F*ck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
Pussy good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a nigga
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a nigga
And take my body case if I get it
Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin'
I still got Molly in my system
I still got Xannys on my mental
It's been a couple years since I quit 'em
I don't wanna relapse but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it
I mean, Perc's are cool, but I think I'm gettin' sick of em
When I pop that Perc', I can f*ck that bitch, make her go (ah)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets
Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets
Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace"
And if it smell like water, f*ck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
Just to
Yeah, yeah
Wheezy outta here
Ah-aha
We live this shit for real (For real, for real)
I blow money on my bitch
Then killed the kitty, that bitch my city
They bad as saditty
I'd f*ck it, I admit it
Can't wait to hit it
Money, I'm gon' get it, I'm so terrific
That's the way I'm livin'
That's the way I'm buildin'
Always be gettin' it, Patek this issue
Flooded my wrist, you ain't gon' get this
Hit it with extended, that pussy gettin' it
When I pop that Perc', I can f*ck that bitch, make her go (ah)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets
Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets
Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace"
And if it smell like water, f*ck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
I'm the realest, feel like 2Pac, call me Makaveli
It really ain't shit a broke nigga can tell me
I'm walkin' around with the chopper, it heavy
Popped that lil' boy, sound like confetti
Shot that lil' boy, now he in heaven
I only like girls, told my mama don't worry
She hate on my car cause she said it look girly
Ain't f*ckin' these bitches, I know y'all ain't worthy
Don't play the position, you gon' lose your jersey
She's a good girl, now she turned bad
Want a rich nigga? Gotta earn him
Yeah, want a rich nigga? Gotta earn
And I'm straighter than a damn perm
Bought a million, now done wait your turn
Yeah
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin, I'm still the richest nigga in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
Amiri my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit 'em
F*ck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
Pussy good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a nigga
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a nigga
And take my body case if I get it
Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin'
I still got Molly in my system
I still got Xannys on my mental
It's been a couple years since I quit 'em
I don't wanna relapse but I may relapse, that feelin' I miss it
I mean, Perc's are cool, but I think I'm gettin' sick of em
When I pop that Perc', I can f*ck that bitch, make her go (ah)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets
Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets
Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace"
And if it smell like water, f*ck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer, Vas Coleman, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Shorty
(Shorty, uh, shorty)
Boo, yeah (Shorty, shorty, uh, shorty, shorty, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (shorty, shorty, uh, shorty, shorty, uh)
The tsunami warnin' has been issued (I got mars, 40 on me)
Take your time, shorty (time)
Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush)
Study around shorty (study around)
Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down)
Man go down, shorty (man go down)
Take the police, shorty
On a high speed, shorty
Molly, I'm geeked, shorty
Can't feel my teeth, shorty
New car, no keys, shorty
Gucci on my fleece, shorty
You ain't hit no stain with me, then naw
You ain't gon' eat, shorty
That's on NLMB, shorty (ha-ha-ha-ha)
That's who I be, shorty (gang, gang)
Gonna go bad, fill up a bag
Make me go mad, shorty (yeah)
Pullin' off on the popo (skrrt)
They can't catch me, I'm in that 'Rari (yeah)
Pullin' off with your ho
I might put her on the back of them jetskis (yeah, yeah)
Money be constantly changin' niggas
Money be constantly changin' bitches
The money'll change a nigga
We treat the money like it's a religion
Convicted to the hood, malicious for the hood
Finnessin' for the hood, came from nothin' out the mud
Pour the cups up with 'Tuss, shorty
Money ain't enough for shorty
I pass the gun to my shorty, uh
He shoot the shit out your shorty, uh
I'm a Chicago baby, uh
Where it get bloody and gory, uh
Bro put his brains on the pavement, uh
I hate f*ck niggas, I'm racist, uh
Hunnid, hunnid in the choppa, grrrah
You gon' take it all (yeah, ya dig?)
Headshots, ain't aimin' at legs
It's your time to die, shorty
Take your time, shorty (time)
Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush)
Study around shorty (study around)
Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down)
Man go down, shorty (man go down)
Shorty, uh, shorty, uh
Take the police, shorty
On a high speed, shorty
Boo, yeah (Shorty, shorty, uh, shorty, shorty, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (shorty, shorty, uh, shorty, shorty, uh)
The tsunami warnin' has been issued (I got mars, 40 on me)
Take your time, shorty (time)
Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush)
Study around shorty (study around)
Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down)
Man go down, shorty (man go down)
Take the police, shorty
On a high speed, shorty
Molly, I'm geeked, shorty
Can't feel my teeth, shorty
New car, no keys, shorty
Gucci on my fleece, shorty
You ain't hit no stain with me, then naw
You ain't gon' eat, shorty
That's on NLMB, shorty (ha-ha-ha-ha)
That's who I be, shorty (gang, gang)
Gonna go bad, fill up a bag
Make me go mad, shorty (yeah)
Pullin' off on the popo (skrrt)
They can't catch me, I'm in that 'Rari (yeah)
Pullin' off with your ho
I might put her on the back of them jetskis (yeah, yeah)
Money be constantly changin' niggas
Money be constantly changin' bitches
The money'll change a nigga
We treat the money like it's a religion
Convicted to the hood, malicious for the hood
Finnessin' for the hood, came from nothin' out the mud
Pour the cups up with 'Tuss, shorty
Money ain't enough for shorty
I pass the gun to my shorty, uh
He shoot the shit out your shorty, uh
I'm a Chicago baby, uh
Where it get bloody and gory, uh
Bro put his brains on the pavement, uh
I hate f*ck niggas, I'm racist, uh
Hunnid, hunnid in the choppa, grrrah
You gon' take it all (yeah, ya dig?)
Headshots, ain't aimin' at legs
It's your time to die, shorty
Take your time, shorty (time)
Don't be in a rush, shorty (don't even rush)
Study around shorty (study around)
Bust shit down, shorty (bust shit down)
Man go down, shorty (man go down)
Shorty, uh, shorty, uh
Take the police, shorty
On a high speed, shorty
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Jeremy Kinlaw, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tobias Dekker, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Realer n Realer
Yeah, yeah
I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now
My family don't understand, understand
(Wheezy outta here)
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
Only wanna f*ck one time, baby, I'm on the fall back shit
Matter fact, you wanna f*ck her, but you on the call back list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day
Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin' on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him
I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "Ring, ring"
Got Peedi Crakk, yeah
I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now
My family don't understand, understand
(Wheezy outta here)
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
Only wanna f*ck one time, baby, I'm on the fall back shit
Matter fact, you wanna f*ck her, but you on the call back list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day
Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin' on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him
I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "Ring, ring"
Got Peedi Crakk, yeah
I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
Writer: Colin C. Franken, Jarad Higgins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
No Issues
Don't let these bitches get in your head
(Wheezy outta here)
Fallin' out of love with Xanax
Livin' my life on the edge
I'm sacrificin' everything
I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
Continuin', deliverin' the substance
I'ma be there for my bros, one call
Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
Don't you try and judge us
Don't you try and trust us
Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
Bank account commas and zeros
Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
F*ck that bitch
I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
I get high, high, high, and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, but we been flew
Ah, ah, ah
I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
Come to find out, yesterday she was f*ckin' on Future
Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
Spend a check, oh, money love
Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
Got a million dollar ice just because
Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
Homicide-cide-cide
Let's get high, high, high
Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
I get high, high, high and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
You can see what we done been through
You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
You don't know the way we been through
Bullets, fly, fly, fly
Make you cry, cry, cry
(Wheezy outta here)
Fallin' out of love with Xanax
Livin' my life on the edge
I'm sacrificin' everything
I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
Continuin', deliverin' the substance
I'ma be there for my bros, one call
Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
Don't you try and judge us
Don't you try and trust us
Let it go down, down, down ain't no issue
She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
Uh, she wanna kick it, she know judo
I cannot save her, I'm not a hero
Bank account commas and zeros
Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
F*ck that bitch
I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
Make her cry, cry, cry, she need a tissue
I get high, high, high, and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, but we been flew
Ah, ah, ah
I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
Come to find out, yesterday she was f*ckin' on Future
Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin dubs
Spend a check, oh, money love
Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
I'm in Chicago where they trill, trill, trill, trill
No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
FBG up in here, Future real, real, real, real
Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
Hundred racks in my pockets, and them dubs
Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
Got a million dollar ice just because
Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dud
Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
Homicide-cide-cide
Let's get high, high, high
Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
I get high, high, high and have no issues
VVS on me, no igloo
You say you fly, we been flew (ah-ah)
You can see what we done been through
You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
You don't know the way we been through
Bullets, fly, fly, fly
Make you cry, cry, cry
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
World On Drugs
Feel like (I'm working on dying)
The world on drugs (The world on drugs)
Drugs
I need a fix
The world on drugs, can you give me some?
I don't feel no pain 'cause this pill got me numb
The world on drugs, the world on drugs
Yeah the world on drugs
The world on drugs, yeah the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
I can hear these voices in my head
If I'm sober, then I might be dead
I can see the devil in my bed (in my bed)
I was born a rebel, I'm not scared (rebel)
You been takin' drugs, and you been hidin' it from me
You been takin' drugs, and you've been lyin' to me (ayy)
I don't believe you
I done popped off, I don't believe you
You a knockoff, I don't believe you
Gon' and pop off
'Cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, ayy, 'cause the world, 'cause the world
'Cause the world on drugs
'Cause the world on drugs
She on the molly in the party, got your girl on drugs
You don't gotta to pay for none of these Perkys, bitch, the pills on us
You don't gotta pay me for my time, bitch, the thrill's on us
It's all love, it's all love
I can't feel my motherf*ckin' face, oh word
I'm a numb nigga
Choppa on me with the drum, nigga
If you run up on me, you a dumb nigga
Shoot shit, ah
Molly in my body, I'ma boot shit, ah
I don't see nobody gettin' high like us
Ay, I don't believe you
I done popped off, I don't believe you
You a knockoff, I don't believe you
Gon' and pop off
'Cause the world on drugs
Ay, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, ayy, 'cause the world, 'cause the world
'Cause the world, 'cause the world
'Cause the world on drugs
I came in stylin', I don't need a stylist (I don't need a stylist)
Yeah I'm good on deposits, I don't need a wallet
'Bout to go up, call me Scotty
I'm 'bout to go up, you can pass me a water
I pop the pills in the 'Rari
Had lil' mama gone in the passenger
You tryna sneak and get high
You need to come talk with me
I just be actin' shy, poppin' these Mollies
I can't never be sober
I'ma come knockin' at your door like Jehova
Girl, I brought us a pill, let's go take it (let's take it)
I brought us some chronic, ain't gon' lace it
We been in the club, in the matrix
There's not a better feelin', no replacin' it
The world on drugs, can you give me some?
I don't feel no pain 'cause this pill got me numb
The world on drugs, the world on drugs
Yeah the world on drugs, the world on drugs
Yeah the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
I can hear these voices in my head
If I'm sober then I might be dead (might be dead)
I can see the devil in my bed (in my bed)
I was born a rebel I'm not scared (I'm a rebel)
You been takin' drugs, and you been hidin' it from me (hidin')
You been takin' drugs, and you've been lyin' to me (yeah)
Ayy, I don't believe you (I don't believe you)
I done popped off, I don't believe you (I don't believe you)
You a knockoff, I don't believe you (don't believe you)
Gon' and pop off
'Cause the world on drugs
The world on drugs (The world on drugs)
Drugs
I need a fix
The world on drugs, can you give me some?
I don't feel no pain 'cause this pill got me numb
The world on drugs, the world on drugs
Yeah the world on drugs
The world on drugs, yeah the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
I can hear these voices in my head
If I'm sober, then I might be dead
I can see the devil in my bed (in my bed)
I was born a rebel, I'm not scared (rebel)
You been takin' drugs, and you been hidin' it from me
You been takin' drugs, and you've been lyin' to me (ayy)
I don't believe you
I done popped off, I don't believe you
You a knockoff, I don't believe you
Gon' and pop off
'Cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, ayy, 'cause the world, 'cause the world
'Cause the world on drugs
'Cause the world on drugs
She on the molly in the party, got your girl on drugs
You don't gotta to pay for none of these Perkys, bitch, the pills on us
You don't gotta pay me for my time, bitch, the thrill's on us
It's all love, it's all love
I can't feel my motherf*ckin' face, oh word
I'm a numb nigga
Choppa on me with the drum, nigga
If you run up on me, you a dumb nigga
Shoot shit, ah
Molly in my body, I'ma boot shit, ah
I don't see nobody gettin' high like us
Ay, I don't believe you
I done popped off, I don't believe you
You a knockoff, I don't believe you
Gon' and pop off
'Cause the world on drugs
Ay, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, 'cause the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
Ayy, ayy, 'cause the world, 'cause the world
'Cause the world, 'cause the world
'Cause the world on drugs
I came in stylin', I don't need a stylist (I don't need a stylist)
Yeah I'm good on deposits, I don't need a wallet
'Bout to go up, call me Scotty
I'm 'bout to go up, you can pass me a water
I pop the pills in the 'Rari
Had lil' mama gone in the passenger
You tryna sneak and get high
You need to come talk with me
I just be actin' shy, poppin' these Mollies
I can't never be sober
I'ma come knockin' at your door like Jehova
Girl, I brought us a pill, let's go take it (let's take it)
I brought us some chronic, ain't gon' lace it
We been in the club, in the matrix
There's not a better feelin', no replacin' it
The world on drugs, can you give me some?
I don't feel no pain 'cause this pill got me numb
The world on drugs, the world on drugs
Yeah the world on drugs, the world on drugs
Yeah the world on drugs (the world on drugs)
I can hear these voices in my head
If I'm sober then I might be dead (might be dead)
I can see the devil in my bed (in my bed)
I was born a rebel I'm not scared (I'm a rebel)
You been takin' drugs, and you been hidin' it from me (hidin')
You been takin' drugs, and you've been lyin' to me (yeah)
Ayy, I don't believe you (I don't believe you)
I done popped off, I don't believe you (I don't believe you)
You a knockoff, I don't believe you (don't believe you)
Gon' and pop off
'Cause the world on drugs
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Afterlife
I'm poppin' my shit every morning (poppin' my shit)
Then I go to paradise
Cough syrup got me dozin' off, I can see you in my afterlife (Wheezy outta here)
He snapped the clip in then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't f*ckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good night
Ain't had to take nothin' off, lit up like a light
I can't see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on daily basis, she my type
I pop my shit and live lavish, I never switch sides
You go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the f*ckin' Hills off of Sunset Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my disguise
Hit the trippin' off a pill but don't give me some cake
I've been jumpin' on these Lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
Franklin's comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't know when I'ma pop 'em so she gotta sleep naked
I can tell the way they treat me, they gon' say I'm the greatest
Ain't no tellin' if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto)
Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done Goyard my bags so it could hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love nigga (can't help who you love)
That's why God made thug niggas (yeah, straight up)
Cough syrup got me dozin' off
I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clip in then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't f*ckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
I thank Allah I'ma get my checks, f*ck you niggas
I need to get it off my chest, f*ck you niggas
I got the hittas in the cut, I'm still that nigga
I got her flattin' out her tummy, I'm that nigga (super)
Take my time, my new bank account gettin' taller
I flood-out Richard, it's gon' cost me at least a quarter (least a quarter)
I done been in my bag lately and poppin my collar (my bag)
I got a good taste in bitches 'cause they swallow (yeah)
I done birthed a lotta lil' niggas, I'm their father (Future)
Can't be responsible, how you woe? 'Cause I taught ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok bool
That's how I was brought up (one thousand)
Lil' nigga had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (free Lu)
9 braces on me, baby, hold on, wait (hold on)
9 rings on me, baby, hold on, wait (I'm the champ)
Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on wait (that's a Glock)
Don't be shy with that pussy, hoe don't wait (yeah, mine)
90 vibes at the crib, pick a race (yes)
I would've said at least a hundred to play it safe (robbin' the safe)
When it comes to loud, I'ma roll with Grade A (Grade A)
I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the safe
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
You can't help who you love, nigga
I'm poppin' my shit every mornin'
Then I go to paradise
Can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
Then I go to paradise
Cough syrup got me dozin' off, I can see you in my afterlife (Wheezy outta here)
He snapped the clip in then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't f*ckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good night
Ain't had to take nothin' off, lit up like a light
I can't see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on daily basis, she my type
I pop my shit and live lavish, I never switch sides
You go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the f*ckin' Hills off of Sunset Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my disguise
Hit the trippin' off a pill but don't give me some cake
I've been jumpin' on these Lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
Franklin's comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't know when I'ma pop 'em so she gotta sleep naked
I can tell the way they treat me, they gon' say I'm the greatest
Ain't no tellin' if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto)
Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done Goyard my bags so it could hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love nigga (can't help who you love)
That's why God made thug niggas (yeah, straight up)
Cough syrup got me dozin' off
I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clip in then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't f*ckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
I thank Allah I'ma get my checks, f*ck you niggas
I need to get it off my chest, f*ck you niggas
I got the hittas in the cut, I'm still that nigga
I got her flattin' out her tummy, I'm that nigga (super)
Take my time, my new bank account gettin' taller
I flood-out Richard, it's gon' cost me at least a quarter (least a quarter)
I done been in my bag lately and poppin my collar (my bag)
I got a good taste in bitches 'cause they swallow (yeah)
I done birthed a lotta lil' niggas, I'm their father (Future)
Can't be responsible, how you woe? 'Cause I taught ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok bool
That's how I was brought up (one thousand)
Lil' nigga had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (free Lu)
9 braces on me, baby, hold on, wait (hold on)
9 rings on me, baby, hold on, wait (I'm the champ)
Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on wait (that's a Glock)
Don't be shy with that pussy, hoe don't wait (yeah, mine)
90 vibes at the crib, pick a race (yes)
I would've said at least a hundred to play it safe (robbin' the safe)
When it comes to loud, I'ma roll with Grade A (Grade A)
I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the safe
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
You can't help who you love, nigga
I'm poppin' my shit every mornin'
Then I go to paradise
Can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
Writer: Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Jarad A. Higgins, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Aint Livin Right
I need therapy, I'm going to retail today and spend thousands, ayy
I'm gonna get my head clouded on whatever memory I'm feelin' today (Ayy)
(I'm not goin' anywhere Nico)
Put away every problem (tryna put away my problem)
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, gotta cop 'em)
I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (oh)
I ain't livin' right (nah)
We from different sides (sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (high)
I be most likely bangin' a nine (bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (hard to decide)
Hit my knees, then I talk to the God (talk to the God)
Got a new Bentley, seat can massage (massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only f*cked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living right
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all wrong
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh)
Forgiatos spinnin'
They look like my diamonds
Bitch my Glock got a twin
Nigga, that's two times
I'm on two perks again
Something don't feel right
But this shit real right, slatt
This shit real right, uh
This that pure white crack
Yo ma need that
Lord knows she needed then nickle blows to function
This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll some tree in it
F*ck a freak in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all these niggas timid, uh
All these niggas pussy
Codeine in my sippy cup
I chug it, don't sip a lot
Your bitch on my dick a lot
I guess that's not your bitch, uh
Funny, laughing to the bank, and it's, funny
Perky in my brain I'm a junkie
Uh, not a dummy
Lotta cash, I'm a dummy
I'm a spaz
Chopper leave your ass in the quick past
Everyday I dash to the quick cash
I get that
Gun on my hip, I can't risk that
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all wrong
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yow)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh)
Tryna put away my problems
I got drugs, cannot I cop
I've been livin' life wrong (yeah)
I ain't livin' right at all
I'm gonna get my head clouded on whatever memory I'm feelin' today (Ayy)
(I'm not goin' anywhere Nico)
Put away every problem (tryna put away my problem)
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, gotta cop 'em)
I be livin' life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (oh)
I ain't livin' right (nah)
We from different sides (sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob ties (mob ties)
Never sober, I always be high (high)
I be most likely bangin' a nine (bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' ride (gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go hide (go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and some red
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to decide (hard to decide)
Hit my knees, then I talk to the God (talk to the God)
Got a new Bentley, seat can massage (massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we alright (alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long flights (long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only f*cked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living right
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all wrong
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh)
Forgiatos spinnin'
They look like my diamonds
Bitch my Glock got a twin
Nigga, that's two times
I'm on two perks again
Something don't feel right
But this shit real right, slatt
This shit real right, uh
This that pure white crack
Yo ma need that
Lord knows she needed then nickle blows to function
This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll some tree in it
F*ck a freak in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all these niggas timid, uh
All these niggas pussy
Codeine in my sippy cup
I chug it, don't sip a lot
Your bitch on my dick a lot
I guess that's not your bitch, uh
Funny, laughing to the bank, and it's, funny
Perky in my brain I'm a junkie
Uh, not a dummy
Lotta cash, I'm a dummy
I'm a spaz
Chopper leave your ass in the quick past
Everyday I dash to the quick cash
I get that
Gun on my hip, I can't risk that
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back
And they put away my problems
I don't sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all wrong
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yow)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh)
Tryna put away my problems
I got drugs, cannot I cop
I've been livin' life wrong (yeah)
I ain't livin' right at all
Writer: Jared Higgins, Jaterrian Letrelle Hudson, Nayvadius Wilburn, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Transformer
Nicki Hendrix
Rrrr
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's
Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri
Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin' racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin' up, it look like I lit the sun up
Goin' bonkers, I f*ck with her, I'm her sponsor
Go redundant, everything I do responsive
Off the continent, everything is out the country
No assumption, hit on the gas, start punchin'
Park my confidence, hit the gas, barely functionin'
Ain't no consciousness, I'm bout to spaz on this stallion
F*ck a casualty, everything we did was lavishly
F*ck a tragedy, all these sticks automatically
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's
Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri
Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin' racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin' up, it look like I lit the sun up
What the f*ck, I'm a have to pump brakes on these hoes
Real shooters, I don't ever pump fake on these hoes
Me-me-me and Pluto pull up in that new Ferrari drip
Always eatin' Japanese so I'ma need wasabi dip
Four-four four albums in, pull a milli' for a show
While these bitches is servin' Milli Vanilli on the low
Spent my money on some dope, where my money envelope?
Transform into a billi' 'cause I really am the goat (Really am the goat)
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Master bathroom, two jacuzzis and a sauna
They ain't warn her
Now she out here facin' karma
Had a chance, but got at me now she's a goner
Where my bad bitches? F*ck these niggas, give them trauma
Coulda fixed his life but now that nigga need Iyanla
All his friends tryna kill it, eat it J.A. Dahmer
Niggas snakes but, stupid, I'm the snake charmer
This a different tax bracket, upper echelon
I'm still the bad guy, I am a Decepticon
Some call me Nicki but some call me Megatron
I'm stoppin' bags and I don't need a red octagon
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's
Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri
Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin' racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin' up, it look like I lit the sun up
Thousand carats, ooh nigga Roger Rabbit
Where the towel, bitch? Ooh we just f*cked a balance
Check my standings ooh, I just bought a palace
Shawty baddest, ooh, and she from a pageant
F*ck her daddy ooh, 'cause she call me "Zaddy"
'Cause she call, 'cause she call me "Zaddy"
Rrrr
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's
Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri
Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin' racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin' up, it look like I lit the sun up
Goin' bonkers, I f*ck with her, I'm her sponsor
Go redundant, everything I do responsive
Off the continent, everything is out the country
No assumption, hit on the gas, start punchin'
Park my confidence, hit the gas, barely functionin'
Ain't no consciousness, I'm bout to spaz on this stallion
F*ck a casualty, everything we did was lavishly
F*ck a tragedy, all these sticks automatically
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's
Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri
Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin' racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin' up, it look like I lit the sun up
What the f*ck, I'm a have to pump brakes on these hoes
Real shooters, I don't ever pump fake on these hoes
Me-me-me and Pluto pull up in that new Ferrari drip
Always eatin' Japanese so I'ma need wasabi dip
Four-four four albums in, pull a milli' for a show
While these bitches is servin' Milli Vanilli on the low
Spent my money on some dope, where my money envelope?
Transform into a billi' 'cause I really am the goat (Really am the goat)
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Master bathroom, two jacuzzis and a sauna
They ain't warn her
Now she out here facin' karma
Had a chance, but got at me now she's a goner
Where my bad bitches? F*ck these niggas, give them trauma
Coulda fixed his life but now that nigga need Iyanla
All his friends tryna kill it, eat it J.A. Dahmer
Niggas snakes but, stupid, I'm the snake charmer
This a different tax bracket, upper echelon
I'm still the bad guy, I am a Decepticon
Some call me Nicki but some call me Megatron
I'm stoppin' bags and I don't need a red octagon
Transformer, I just popped a transformer
Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up
Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's
Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri
Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner
Jackie Joyner, racin' racks all summer
Woke the don up, all I did was hold my arm up
Top goin' up, it look like I lit the sun up
Thousand carats, ooh nigga Roger Rabbit
Where the towel, bitch? Ooh we just f*cked a balance
Check my standings ooh, I just bought a palace
Shawty baddest, ooh, and she from a pageant
F*ck her daddy ooh, 'cause she call me "Zaddy"
'Cause she call, 'cause she call me "Zaddy"
Writer: Jacob Denzal Canady, Nayvadius Wilburn, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid
Hard Work Pays Off
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Fast break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Damn, now it's blood all on my Rick Owens
Blood all on the Rick's, Rick's, Rick's, Rick's, Rick's
I'm richer than a bitch, bitch, bitch, white bitch
Blue face everywhere
Pull up, they stare
Fendi, my underwear
She suck my dick she like "Damn"
I didn't need a money counter, counter
Money all on the kitchen counter, counter
I think I need a money counter, counter (counter, counter)
Money all on the kitchen counter
Call my doctor to handle my pain
Perky's taking my life away
I'ma bag your bitch, because I can
I'ma go take your wife away
Choppa on me, Afghanistan
That bitch kill many men
Over the bag, over the cash, yeah
I'm a money fan
Over the bag, on your ass, yeah
Hoppin' out the van
Switched up to the Lamb
How you niggas like me now, yeah
No limit, the gang
Try it, they gonna shoot you down, yeah
Loaded up, they gon' gun you down
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Fast break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Damn, now it's blood all on my Rick Owens
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Dripping on them everyday, snakes off
Put the chopper at your head, take it off
Fast lane, taking it off
Breaking your ankle, Chris Paul
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so on 'em now my legacy will never fade
I've been traumatized before but still I'm not afraid
I done seen friends turn foe, it don't amaze me
Came from the bottom of the creek that shit was ugly
Made it to the top of the mountain drankin' muddy
Everybody around you change and I felt so neglected
Hopping on the bird, with some birds, they respected (yeah, yeah)
24/7, everyday we get it in (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, started living out my dream, feet like I was born again
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Fast break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Damn, now it's blood all on my Rick Owens
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Fast break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Damn, now it's blood all on my Rick Owens
Blood all on the Rick's, Rick's, Rick's, Rick's, Rick's
I'm richer than a bitch, bitch, bitch, white bitch
Blue face everywhere
Pull up, they stare
Fendi, my underwear
She suck my dick she like "Damn"
I didn't need a money counter, counter
Money all on the kitchen counter, counter
I think I need a money counter, counter (counter, counter)
Money all on the kitchen counter
Call my doctor to handle my pain
Perky's taking my life away
I'ma bag your bitch, because I can
I'ma go take your wife away
Choppa on me, Afghanistan
That bitch kill many men
Over the bag, over the cash, yeah
I'm a money fan
Over the bag, on your ass, yeah
Hoppin' out the van
Switched up to the Lamb
How you niggas like me now, yeah
No limit, the gang
Try it, they gonna shoot you down, yeah
Loaded up, they gon' gun you down
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Fast break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Damn, now it's blood all on my Rick Owens
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Dripping on them everyday, snakes off
Put the chopper at your head, take it off
Fast lane, taking it off
Breaking your ankle, Chris Paul
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so on 'em now my legacy will never fade
I've been traumatized before but still I'm not afraid
I done seen friends turn foe, it don't amaze me
Came from the bottom of the creek that shit was ugly
Made it to the top of the mountain drankin' muddy
Everybody around you change and I felt so neglected
Hopping on the bird, with some birds, they respected (yeah, yeah)
24/7, everyday we get it in (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, started living out my dream, feet like I was born again
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Fast break, taking off
Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
I ain't never play fair
Throwin' elbows
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Damn, now it's blood all on my Rick Owens
Writer: Andrew Wotman, Jared Higgins, Louis Bell, Nathan Perez, Nayvadius Wilburn, Carl Austin Rosen, Andrew Watt
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Wrld on Drugs, also known and stylized as Future & Juice WRLD Present... WRLD ON DRUGS is a collaborative commercial mixtape by American rappers Future and Juice Wrld. It was released on October 19, 2018 by Epic Records, Freebandz, Grade A and Interscope Records after being originally announced on October 17, 2018.
The lead single "Fine China" was released on October 15, 2018. The mixtape contains guest appearances from Young Scooter, Young Thug, Lil Wayne, Yung Bans, Gunna and Nicki Minaj.
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FutureThe lead single "Fine China" was released on October 15, 2018. The mixtape contains guest appearances from Young Scooter, Young Thug, Lil Wayne, Yung Bans, Gunna and Nicki Minaj.
Featuring: Juice Wrld
Genre(s): Pop-trap
Producer(s): Wheezy, Andrew Watt, ATL Jacob, Bobby Raps, Cubeatz, CVRE, Don Cannon, DY, Frank Dukes, Frankie Bash, Happy Perez, Aviator Keyyz, Louis Bell, Murda Beatz, Nikko Bunkin, Oogie Mane, Outtatown, Psymun, Richie Souf, SinGrinch, Trell Got Wings
Length: 49:31
Released: October 19th, 2018
Year: 2018