here [Chorus] Yeah I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah) Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah) If he try me today, he gon' die today On my knees, I been praying for brighter days Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, shit, yeah) I be up working all night and day Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me No one knew me, now bitches surrounding me Ain't no new me, I won't ever change, oh All my niggas, they really stay down for me Double R SUV and a Range Rove' I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] Weezy F madе it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it I love thе money so much, I'ma marry it Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian He don't want beef, that nigga vegetarian Gun with a silencer, like a librarian I be the reason all these bitches staring She swallow my kids, not good at parenting Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances I got a Lamborghini from the dealership If I don't buy a car, I put it on my wrist (Gleam, gleam) Rocking red, just like Popovich Shooting like Stockton, ain't nobody stopping it They pocket watching, ain't nobody robbin' this Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh-ooh) My niggas coming for you (Ooh) My niggas coming for you (Ooh) Ain't no telling what they gon' do Catch you at the red light, pull up, vroom She ride my dick like a witch on a broom When he walked in, we smell bitch in the room Ayy, shoot that dude Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool [Chorus] Yeah I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah) Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah) If he try me today, he gon' die today On my knees, I been praying for brighter days Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, shit, yeah) I be up working all night and day Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me No one knew me, now bitches surrounding me Ain't no new me I won't ever change, oh All my niggas, they really stay down for me Double R, SUV and a Range Rove' I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed
Yeah, oh Yeah, oh-oh Oh-oh, woah We get along more than anything I finish songs every single day I right my wrongs every single day, haha [Chorus] We get along almost every way I right my wrongs every single day A smile on my face 'cause I get to wake up Next to her face, the feeling’s amazing Wouldn't wanna have it any other way I would die if she ever tried to run away Got a smile on my face 'cause I get to wake up Next to her face, the feeling’s amazing Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] What the future holds, we don't know, let's find out The past ain't relevant, I'm right now Time flies, I remember the first day you flew out Was with you for a couple days Long enough to move inside my brain My tongue choking your name I was in another country dying Hoping I would get to see your face again My anxiety had tears falling, crying Smiling when I saw your face again I been through the toxic, toxic women So toxic that I cannot just be friends But when I say this, I mean it, no lying I'll make sure that we don't ever end, end I'll make sure that we don’t ever end, end Honeymoon phase forever, I guess Perfect, I can do better than that Oceans, I’ll get you wetter than that Potions, I'll put the codeine down Pills, don’t need 'em when you're around [Chorus] We get along almost every way I right my wrongs every single day A smile on my face 'cause I get to wake up Next to her face, the feeling’s amazing Wouldn't wanna have it any other way I would die if she ever tried to run away Got a smile on my face 'cause I get to wake up Next to her face, the feeling's amazing [Verse 2] Time out ref, arguments in the room Put a cut on my soul I don't wanna take it there with you I want your love, I don't really want your attitude Sometimes it's hard for me to explain the way I feel So it comes out as me having a attitude I'm telling you the truth, bae, I'm tryna be real And if you couldn't tell, baby, I need pills I'm really gonna need 'em if you not here Slowly but surely, I'm losing my head Sometimes it feels like I'm dead You're the one keeping me alive I thank God daily for putting you in my life It feel like I got rabies 'cause, baby, I love to bite Down on that kitty cat all damn night We pop percs, fuck, then sleep, that's how we miss our flight You make me wanna live the sober life I already only fuck you when I'm sober, right? Crazy to say because I'm not the sober type You're just over nice, you improve my life, can't exclude my wife You be the student, I'm the professor at school tonight Words can't explain what I'm gon' do tonight Do to you tonight [Bridge] (Do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight, do to you tonight)
All through the midnight hours Runnin' from my fears, shit, I feel like a coward Kryptonite killed all of my superpowers My anxiety builds, I jump off the stress tower Reachin' for the pills, I take opiate showers Growin' from my sins that I'm planting in flowers Devil got me snortin' lines of enchantment powder Life is a bitch and her lips taste sour [Verse 1] I find it fascinating that I'm high off my own supply Buckle up, it's gon' be a long ride Knuckle up, these demons came to fight Run amok, 'mok, 'mok, cause a ruckus Had enough, 'nough, 'nough, screamin' "Fuck this all" Fuck this all, life gets dirty, time for the Lysol Makin' crucial mistakes, yеah, I know it's my fault You hate to look at my face, yeah, I know it's my fault You don't gotta tеll me, I know I'm the cause Surgery is needed, put away the gauze Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] All through the midnight hours Runnin' from my fears, shit, I feel like a coward Kryptonite killed all of my superpowers My anxiety builds, I jump off the stress tower Reachin' for the pills, I take opiate showers Growin' from my sins that I'm planting in flowers Devil got me snortin' lines of enchantment powder Life is a bitch and her lips taste sour [Verse 2] Sometimes life flies over my head, yeah It's out of my hands, yeah, hard to comprehend that I fall to my knees, tell God I'm calling it quits Went out of the misery business, 'cause I can't take it Things ain't what they seem, they think it's easy to be me I never let them see me bleed, I only let them see peace Things ain't what they seem, they think it's easy to be me I never let them see me bleed nor see me in pieces I'm getting used to openin' up to people around me I know that they're my family, they would do anything to help me But they still don't know everything that is going on inside me Even I don't know all the places my demons are hiding [Chorus] All through the midnight hours Runnin' from my fears, shit, I feel like a coward Kryptonite killed all of my superpowers My anxiety builds, I jump off the stress tower Reachin' for the pills, I take opiate showers Growin' from my sins that I'm planting in flowers Devil got me snortin' lines of enchantment powder Life is a bitch and her lips taste sour
Ayy Ayy, man, me and Ski in this bitch, man (Yeah, nah) Give no fuck (Fuck, nah) Voot up, vibe nigga (Haha, nah) Yeah (Huh, bet, woah) Percs and Hen' and lean and gin (Huh, huh, woah) And a couple of friends (And I know, bitch, ayy) [Verse: Juice WRLD & Ski Mask The Slump God] Yeah, I take off, no rocket, uh I need a plug, no socket, uh (Ayy, ayy) Say you that nigga, then stop it, uh (Evil Twins!) I take that cash out your wallet, uh (Yeah, water) Hit the bank, make a deposit, uh (Water) You just heard Ski say "Water," uh (Evil Twins!) We get her wetter than water, uh (Water) Make 'em disappear, I'm Harry Potter, oh (Bitch, haha) Whippin' the pot, I'm Betty Crocker (Whip, okay) I'm Darth Vader, nigga, I'm yo' father (I'm yo' fathеr) Should I take it farther? (Huh?) I put my arm in that bitch pussy like a baskеtball rim, Vince Carter, yeah (Swish, swish) Talk my shit, let me get up out my chair (Swish, swish) Left-right, left-right, I walk my shit (Huh!) I put a collar around your ho, fuck it, I'ma walk yo' bitch (Ooh, ooh!) I'm in Miami with zoe-oh-ohs, gettin' the dough-oh-oh (Ooh, ooh) Free my nigga Thug, they just locked him up (They did, Slime) They call me the janitor, you got a problem, we mop it up (We will) I could see the world with these Louis V binoculars (Hahaha) Yeah, man of the year, where I come from, the home of the Bears (Bitch!) Back in the day it was musical chairs I'ma hit it from the back, I'm abusing the rear Got so high, I forgot how to steer Got money like Trump, I should run for mayor (Yeah, Huh?) Oh yeah, get fucked up, then I run through the bands (What you say?) Fresh off a tour, I was bummin' through France (Huh?) Had to go get up with Ski, that's my mans (Let's go) Huh, huh, woah, you need to take a step back, you done fucked up (Haha) It's a dark ass world, good luck Bust a nut in yo' bitch, that's another one Not much, you having another one (What?) Yo' bitch, she just got ran on (Uh) Make a pussy-nigga bleed, no tampon Goin' to Chicago tomorrow, red eye I'm just freestylin', hangin' with my guys (Who you with?) It ain't no hook to this, I hope you realize Uh, R.I.P. to Jahseh, I can see him in the moonlight Disrespect his name, you could die, ayy, put that on my life Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Outro: Juice WRLD & Ski Mask the Slump God] Ayy, ayy (Ayy-ayy) Ayy, ayy (Bitch!) Ayy, ayy (Ayy) Ayy-ayy (Evil Twins) Ayy, ayy (Bitch!) Ayy, ayy (Evil Twins, bitch!) Ayy, ayy (Evil Twins, yeah!) Ayy-ayy
It's not in the plans But me and you gon' go to Mars on the weekend You got a rock star boy as a boyfriend, livin' in the moments He fakin', he phony, and he don't make no sense [Verse 1] I'm number one, first place Bound to make the bitty shake, earthquake Pull up on 'em, semi-auto, let it spray Hit his face, he won't see tomorrow, okay Man down, man down, mayday That’s what you get for tryna holla at my lady Niggas think it's sweet, do it look like a play date? Mask on me, trick-or-treat, happy belated Halloween Whippin' 'round my side of town, in the back of the Bents' with glizzy You know when I was born, had a four in my hand, tryna get busy I don't really walk too much, but I got thе sense he didn't wanna see mе These fuck nigga talk too tough, I'll violate a fuck nigga with a semi (Grrah) She gave me her all her love, kill anybody that come try to take it Addicted to all these drugs Roll it up, pour it up, pop it, face it Unreleased songs about her on her playlist If you try to take her from me, grrrt, I'ma spray it Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] It's not in the plans But me and you gon' go to Mars on the weekend You got a rock star boy as a boyfriend, livin' in the moments He fakin', he phony, and he don't make no sense It's not in the plans But me and you gon' go to Mars on the weekend You got a rock star boy as a boyfriend, livin' in the moments He fakin', he phony, and he don't make no sense [Verse 2] I hold the guitar like a choppa (Yeah, yeah) For her, let it sing like an opera (Yeah, yeah) She did came across a couple fake niggas (Yeah, yeah) A bunch of posers and actors, need Oscars (Yeah, yeah) Smokin' on this grouchy 'til I'm Oscar If they try to break us up, do 'em dirty like a mobster Bae let's go out on a date, steak, shrimp with the lobster If they try to come and hate, by the napkin is the llama (Grrt) Smooth talkin', moonwalkin', lover boy with a gun Bound to shoot, makin' noise if you get in the way of me and her It's us, that's forever, I'm too sure In the past, did bogus, insecure Now I know why I was kicked to the curb Now I got what I want and what I deserve Try to take it from me, you gon' catch the Desert Eagle, brr (Grrt, grrt, grrt) [Chorus] It's not in the plans But me and you gon' go to Mars on the weekend You got a rock star boy as a boyfriend, livin' in the moments He fakin', he phony, and he don't make no sense It's not in the plans But me and you gon' go to Mars on the weekend You got a rock star boy as a boyfriend, livin' in the moments He fakin', he phony, and he don't make no sense [Outro: Nessly] D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey
Pre-Chorus] Got to go through hell to get to heaven Got to learn through life to get the lesson Feelin' like a lil' kid, a adolescent Feelin' like the answers out of my reach Praying out to God, please help me, please help me Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] Oh-oh-oh-oh (Help me, help me, dear Lord, please help me) Oh-oh-oh-oh (Help me, help me, dear Lord, please help me) Oh-oh-oh-oh (Lord, help me, help me, dear Lord, please help me) (Help me, oh-oh-oh) [Verse 1] Stuck in the same place, yeah, no space like a crawl space, yeah No love, all hatred, can't live in a place like that Ooh, I admit, never felt no pain like this Prolly 'cause all the pills I did, pills I did, oh Tryna fight the demons, think I'm movin' forward but I'm in the same place, yeah-yeah Fast forward, in a black Porsche, tryna figure out and maintain, yeah-yeah Heart don't feel the same no more Had enough love games, lil' ho Don't think I can love the same anymore [Bridge] Time to move on, time to move on Time to move on, time to move on Time to move on, time to move on Time to move on, time to move on, uh [Verse 2] Happiness ain't bankrolls, you the type to have me keep my heart closed Tellin' me you wanna work out the same things that ain't work in the first place Hard for me to keep my eyes open, had me ballin' out, my eyes swollen I've had enough, this isn't love, not even lust I know what it really is, it's done Honestly, ain't wanna be the one To say it's over but this shit is overdue I know what it really is, it's done I ain't wanna be the one to say it's over, but bitch, it's over It's over, bitch, it's over It's o-over, bitch, it's over Ain't no lullabies, just nightmares, just nightmares Ain't no lullabies, just nightmares with you there Ain't no lullabies and if there's lullabies, they're full of lies that you care Bitch, it's over [Outro] It's over, bitch, it's over It's o-over, bitch, it's over Bitch, it's over, hey
I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah) These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah) Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah) Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 1] I'm a grown-ass man, but look at these boys (Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah-yeah) Shh, shh, shh, they ain't makin' no noise (Yeah, yeah-yeah) I'm like took, took, took, I spit on these boys (Yeah, yeah-yеah) Kel-Tec and Draco gon' get rid of thеse boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah) He said he can see the ho' in me, I'm like, "Nigga, you right" (You right) 'Til he see me slide (Slide), look the killer in his eyes (In my eyes) They tell me that I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm appalled, I'm obliged (I'm obliged) Hell yeah, fuckin' right, livin' legend in his prime (Yeah, I'm in my prime) When I'm in the booth, it ain't shit that they can do Tryna' put dishonesty on me, ain't no lyin' on the truth Like nigga, who the fuck are you? You must be a fool, mad that she ain't fuckin' you But she put it on my crew Uh, this a chess game, better watch your move No limit my gang, down to make a move Cameras out, girl, let's make a movie Back it up, back it up, Juulin' Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah) These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah) Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah) Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 2] Ashes, ashes, they all fall down (Yeah, yeah, fall down) Fuck waitin' for the money, gotta get it right now (I need to get it right now) Rolling Loud, pipe down, Rolling Loud, jump in the crowd (Jump in the crowd) It's goin' up, turnin' around, hit from the back, turn around (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These niggas can't ball at all (Uh), these niggas foul (They foul) They can't even step foot on my court, these niggas out of bounds (Lil' bitch) Can't fuck with me, I got the torch, I shoot from all around Everything I do, I do it well, player all around (Ooh) Count the stars in the sky before you count me out (Ooh) A lot of these people was hatin' on me, they was hopin' I fell, it was full of the doubt (Ooh) I don't got time for that shit now (Ooh) Positivity if you gon' be around Cheers, it's been a hell of a year I thank God I'm here I really thank him He exposed all the real shit and make it clear [Chorus] I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah) These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah) Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah) Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)
I been gettin' cash, fuck the bitches Stay in my own lane 'til it switches They say that honesty is harder to digest But every time they lie to me, it be hurtin' Fuckin' chilly, it's gon' be a cold winter The Devil don't take no breaks, it's gon' be a cold summer Fuckin' chilly, it's gon' be a cold winter The Devil don't take no breaks, it's gon' be a cold summer, summer, uh Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse] Took a trip back home, brought a hunnid racks home Good to be back home, ridin' 'round with the chrome Demons dancin' in my head, I'm screamin' out, "Lеave me 'lone" I gеt high to fight them, now you know where my mind roam Knock 'em out, Tyson, money big, Tyson This is enticing, mentally frightened Physically striking, pretty boy, I am High as a plane with fifty thou' in my pocket (Cha-ching) Remember I was walkin' miles in my kicks I'm talkin' 'bout the pair of Stef' Janoskis Now I wear what I wear, this a super rare piece Gaultier from '03, yeah, I had to come clean My brain is a mess, I been focused on the wrong things Take no offense, I don't feel like talkin' Take a few of these, I'ma be sky walkin' But even if high as can be, the demons don't leave [Chorus] I been gettin' cash, fuck the bitches Stay in my own lane 'til it switches They say that honesty is harder to digest But every time they lie to me, it be hurtin' Fuckin' chilly, it's gon' be a cold winter The Devil don't take no breaks, it's gon' be a cold summer Fuckin' chilly, it's gon' be a cold winter The Devil don't take no breaks, it's gon' be a cold summer, summer, uh
afterlife [Verse 1] Entice me, hypnotize me Get high with me but don't die please You're gnarly, baby, you're righteous I'm Marley, Percs in my cannabis The codeine help me sleep, don't take that shit away from me (Uh, uh) I'll quit another day, but right now it helps me with my peace That lean can't get enough of me It's making love to me (Uh-huh) But I know the same drugs can make you die in your sleep I'm doing everything I can You got me tattooed on your leg I'm tryna thank you with this song, but I keep dozing off the meds I got your name and your face running through my head Sipping that purple devil every day 'til there's horns in my dreads Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Pre-Chorus] I feel like I'm in the afterlife [Chorus] Life is a journey (Okay) Hopefully mine don't end on a gurney (Okay) My demons wanna kill me but they not worthy (No way) If they want smoke demon slayers on the way (Uh) Life is a journey (Okay) Hopefully mine don't end on a gurney (Okay) My demons wanna kill me but they not worthy (No way) If they want smoke demon slayers on the way (Uh) [Verse 2] His and hers, me and her Killing demons, what's the word? Insecure, super scared Got those two things on me, for sure Guns in her Louis purse When they hate on me, they hate on her So she keep a .40 by her Percs Just in case somebody heard Introvert, immature Tupac, nigga, no Shakur I got the juice, I sip and slur I slip in the kitty and make it purr I'm finished talking, I'm not with the words Shh, a fuck nigga tryna get hurt, huh A fuck nigga tryna get hurt He a pussy tell him to get back under his skirt [Pre-Chorus] I feel like I'm in the afterlife [Chorus] Life is a journey (Okay) Hopefully mine don't end on a gurney (Okay) My demons wanna kill me but they not worthy (No way) If they want smoke demon slayers on the way (Uh) Life is a journey (Okay) Hopefully mine don't end on a gurney (Okay) My demons wanna kill me but they not worthy (No way) If they want smoke demon slayers on the way (Uh)
Hey) [Chorus] Can you keep up? I don't think it's enough Yeah, I'm calling your bluff, too quick for ya Knuckles, Money Mayweather, raise a fist at us Emeralds dancin' on my body and they're all chaos (Oh) Can you keep up? I don't think it's enough Yeah, I'm calling your bluff, too quick for ya Knuckles, Money Mayweather, raise a fist at us Emeralds dancin' on my body and they're all chaos (Oh) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse] I don't need a car, to run really fast, really quick, really far If I run through the past, see the cuts and the scars That's why I keep runnin', it keep me from fallin' apart From fallin' apart In order to get really far Gotta acknowledge where you are Take off like a comet through the stars In these red Balenciagas, feel like Sonic Hedgehog Oh-oh (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Ain't no debating, they know I'm the greatest Diss them up then ride on the radio waves Disregard the people that's givin' you hate Let your success slap them in the face What they gon' do to you now? You great Woke up today feelin' great So I called Sonic on the phone And said we should have a race From the start to the finish, I'll be in the lead And I'll never slow down, ain't no pumpin' no brakes Remember what I said about radio waves When the haters come 'round, just wash 'em away I'm just winnin' and stuntin' and runnin' I got 'em like "Humina-humina-humina-humina" Once I start runnin', can't do nothin' but give in Welcome to my world, fast life livin' Gotta go fast, ain't no way I'll be in last place Get your running shoes out the stash, ayy The ones you was usin' in gym class, ayy Don't look at me like that I didn't know I was that fast, ayy Three steps of mine is like two-hundred on the dash, ayy [Chorus] Can you keep up? I don't think it's enough Yeah, I'm calling your bluff, too quick for ya Knuckles, Money Mayweather, raise a fist at us Emeralds dancin' on my body and they're all chaos (Oh) [Outro: Nessly] Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
Uh, hold it, baby, hold it, hold it down for me (Uh) Let's get in some deep shit, go and drown for me (Uh) My pockets facetious, play around money (Uh) When I was broke, niggas really tried to clown on me (Uh-uh) [Post-Chorus] Mouth gold, mouth gold, gold Mouth gold, mouth gold, gold (Yeah) I make goals, yeah, my life golden, golden I make goals, yeah, my life golden, gold Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] Glass house on my wrist, like Malibu (Oh) Back in high school, they was on some hater shit (Oh) But I done came up, they wanna be my best friend They ain't gettin' shit from me, this life lesson Better learn sum', took my ass to thе studio, I had to earn some' I mix the rush with thе gush-gush, roll it up, I burn one In the cut, with the burner I got the right to bear my arms, sippin' Hi-Tec 'til I'm up in the stars [Pre-Chorus] Name my new car Nicki Minaj Inside I might have a ménage à trois With a couple bad broads Nigga, I could turn a nun bitch to a pornstar [Chorus] Uh, hold it, baby, hold it, hold it down for me (Uh) Let's get in some deep shit, go and drown for me (Uh) My pockets facetious, play around money (Uh) When I was broke, niggas really tried to clown on me (Uh-uh) Uh, hold it, baby, hold it, hold it down for me (Uh) Let's get in some deep shit, go and drown for me (Uh) My pockets facetious, play around money (Uh) When I was broke, niggas really tried to clown on me (Uh-uh) [Post-Chorus] Mouth gold, mouth gold, gold Mouth gold, mouth gold, gold (Yeah) I make goals, yeah, my life golden, golden I make goals, yeah, my life golden, gold [Verse 2] Sometimes I shoot guns, bitch, that's for fun bitch She put the coke in her mouth like she eatin' Fun Dip In L.A. we catchin' sun 'til the day is done Still thinkin' back on them days when they was hatin' on me [Pre-Chorus] Name my new car Nicki Minaj Inside I might have a ménage à trois With a couple bad broads Nigga, I could turn a nun bitch to a pornstar [Chorus] Uh, hold it, baby, hold it, hold it down for me (Uh) Let's get in some deep shit, go and drown for me (Uh) My pockets facetious, play around money (Uh) When I was broke, niggas really tried to clown on me (Uh-uh) Hold it, baby, hold it, hold it down for me (Uh) Let's get in some deep shit, go and drown for me (Uh) My pockets facetious, play around money (Uh) When I was broke, niggas really tried to clown on me (Uh-uh)
Gang, Freebands, git Wheezy outta here [Chorus: Young Thug] Still gettin' racks on racks I put a bone on her breast (Ooh) Bulletproof doors on the back Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go) I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check) My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said) Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes) I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes) Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself) While we pop out his melanin Take it there, you lit in it Chanеl vintage steppin' Got more sticks than a vеteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet) Got more whips than a regular (Woo) Panoram' at the telly The Ghost at American deli I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1: Young Thug] Lil' shawty got shot and his pastor (Let's go) She bendin' it over like Nelly (Woo) She tall and she black like Isabella (Ah) I told 'em that I was gon' kill it (Woo) Also told them the dash is digital (Woo) She had some in her mouth, she kissin' it (Woo) I got Ac' in my bag like it's typical Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz ('Side of the benz) Peanut butter seats inside of the Benz (Peanut butter the seats) How come you never had to leave? We ball in the wind (Ball) I blew some money overseas, treat it like it was sent Last murder, take the top off the Benz Assassination, take the top off the Benz (Drop the top off, drop the top off) Yeah, tell me how the fuck I'm still ballin' with all these sins? (Drop the top off, drop the top off) Yeah, YSL niggas dedicated to win (Drop the top off, drop the top off) Freeband gang and Juice gang, make yo' whole world spin I call these niggas pig skin Always with the shit, nigga (Shit) Pissin' on you shrimp niggas (Shit) Flyer than a blimp, nigga (Shit) Last walkin' pimp, nigga (Woo) And I'm no wimp, nigga (Nah) Never got whipped, nigga (Never got whipped, nigga) I ain't got jumped, nigga (I ain't got jumped, nigga) You sweet, Willy Wonka, nigga (You sweet, Willy Wonka) Pockets on lump, yeah, bitch ain't a gump, yeah Do what I want, yeah, fuckin' on a bump, yeah Gucci, Lil Pump, yeah, more Gucci than Lil Pump, yeah Twelve found him in the front of the car But he still was in the trunk, yeah Nigga, pass my cup, yeah, nigga pass my Runtz, yeah Girl, I do what I want, yeah, I'ma fuck you from the front, yeah She had smoked a blunt, yeah, now my dick smell like blunts, yeah And I know she wanna quart, yeah The way I'm kickin' my shit, you can call me Liu Kang mixed with a pointer, yeah Getting head from Madonna, yeah I ain't passin' my ganja, yeah She was claimin' her bungee, yeah I was claimin' my money, yeah Get clean like a jelly, yeah So when I came out the stomach, yeah I had took off runnin', yeah (Let's go, let's go) [Chorus: Young Thug] Still gettin' racks on racks I put a bone on her breast (Ooh) Bulletproof doors on the back Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go) I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check) My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said) Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes) I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes) Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself) While we pop out his melanin Take it there, you lit in it Chanel vintage steppin' Got more sticks than a veteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet) Got more whips than a regular (Woo) Panoram' at the telly The Ghost at American deli I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex) [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Peek-a-boo, hop in that Ghost, disappear (Oh yeah) I remember ridin' 'round in a 'lier (Oh yeah) Now it's Tesla, I don't steer, uh (Oh yeah) Off a Tesla, I can't hear ya' (Oh yeah) Bitch you look familiar (Oh yeah) I think my brodie smashed (Oh yeah) You are nothin' but a one hitter, bitch (Oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm in that Spider, drive it like a animal (Oh yeah) I eat her up for breakfast, I'm a cannibal (Oh yeah) I hand my bro the hammer and then he handle you (Oh yeah) I told 'em, "Grab the lighter, gon' and candle it" (Oh yeah) Smokin' this Jackie Chan, not no Mandarin (Oh yeah) They talkin' down on my name, niggas slanderin' (Oh yeah) Put a titty inside the Draco, let it blam you (Oh yeah) Back in the day, would've credit card scammed you (Yeah, yeah) Shit, huh, fever (Oh yeah), that nigga caught a fever (Oh-oh yeah) Fuck her (Uh), leave her (Yeah) Wasn't finna cuff that bitch either (Oh yeah) I do not fuck with these people (Oh yeah) Fuck her, then I kill her people (Oh yeah) She can feel that in the air, huh, Beanie Siegel (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Young Thug] Still gettin' racks on racks I put a bone on her breast (Ooh) Bulletproof doors on the back Got the crest to the clown, T-Rex (Let's go) I'll chase a ho down 'bout a check (The check) My lil' shawty said, "Take me them baguettes" (Shawty said) Had to put my whole fist on baguettes (Whole fist on baguettes) I put both of my wrist on baguettes (Both my wrist on baguettes) Crank the coupe and it's steerin' itself (Steerin' itself) While we pop out his melanin Take it there, you lit in it Chanel vintage steppin' Got more sticks than a veteran (Ayy, got more racks than a vet) Got more whips than a regular (Woo) Panoram' at the telly The Ghost at American deli I came in her ass and nailed it (Sex)
Yeah (Carlton) Dark tints, no they can't see in (Eighteen) I'm the shit, had to beat the old man ass folk Dark tints, no you don't see in Haha, fuck it Rolls-Royce with the dark tints No, they can't see in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, uh, uh-huh They still peep him Of course, yeah Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] Double R (Yeah) with the dark tints, no, they can't see in (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Smokin' green, rollin' cat piss 'til I can't see at all (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Pockets lookin' like a fat bitch, livin' lavish (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Money makin' is a habit, and I'm a addict (Uh, yeah, yeah, cha-ching) Outer space, I be walkin', Mr. Martian (Lift, lift, lift, lift) In my safe, I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage (Cash, cash, cash) He ain't safe, killers get to him if he a target (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) In my way, I could have your head for a bargain (Yeah, yeah, decapitated, executed) [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah, young millionaire, feel like Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah) They ain't think I was gon' make it this far It's a big ol' shock, like electric chairs (Oh yeah) Woadie wantin' what I got, so on my waist It's a big ol' Glock, don't you dare (Ch-ch, grrah) Between my legs, goin' in yo' bitch face Is a big ol' cock, plenty to share (Smash, smash), oh yeah Young, rich, black kid, eatin' good, fat kid (Talk to 'em) Growin' up, I was a bad kid (Yeah), hung around the savages (What else?) Always liked fashion (Yeah), always liked bad bitches (Of course) Always popped prescription pills (Uh, uh) Hid 'em in my cabinet (Uh-huh) Purp, mixed with syrup, mix with the gas, equal bad vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Uh-huh) If the conversation don't got nothin' to do with the cash I ain't havin' it (Yeah, money) Next car I buy gon' have two-hundred on the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Nigga, I'm Flash with it (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) If these niggas want smoke, we pullin' up on they ave (Skrrt), holdin' the cabbages (Boom, boom, boom) [Chorus] Double R (Yeah) with the dark tints, no, they can't see in (Uh, uh, uh-huh) Smokin' green, rollin' cat piss 'til I can't see at all (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Pockets lookin' like a fat bitch, livin' lavish (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Money makin' is a habit, and I'm a addict (Uh, yeah, yeah, cha-ching) Outer space, I be walkin', Mr. Martian (Lift, lift, lift, lift) In my safe, I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage (Cash, cash, cash) He ain't safe, killers get to him if he a target (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) In my way, I could have your head for a bargain (Yeah, yeah, decapitated, executed) [Verse 2] Don't get in my way, shawty (Uh-uh) Don't get in my way, shawty (Uh-uh) Mini-AK, shawty (Brr, brah) On the ground where you lay, shawty (Uh-huh) Fuck what you say, shawty (Bah) Go get to that K, K, K (Uh-huh) All white Margiela, had to turn to a ski mask, now I'm goin' KKK (We ride, of course) I'm on my raptor, bitch, I floor it (Skrrt) Feel like two hundred and fifty horses (Yee-haw) When we comin' down the street Me and my gang sound like two hundred and fifty Porsches (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, vroom) Goldilocks, when she suck my cock, said, "It feel just right" (Yeah, yeah) She blow it like porridge (Yeah, yeah, yeah) He say he a dog, but he pussy, Courage 'Cause she ask too many questions Bitch, are you Katie Couric? (What?) I speak my own language when I'm off the Percocets I hit that bitch with the Juice WRLD swerve (What she say?) Last friday night, fuck your bitch like Katy Perry Last night was a blacked out blur (Oh, yeah) Hit the pussy, get in the kitty Hit it too good, that lil' bitch purr (Prr, prr, prr) I told that man, I fucked his bitch He looked at her, then she concurred ("Did you really do that, Sally?") Like damn, "Are you sure?" (Ha-ah) She was sober when she did it I ain't even let her drink no beer (Uh-uh) 'Cause I wanted her to remember that she fucked on JuiceTheKidd (Yeah, uh-huh) Yeah, I said JuiceTheKidd (Uh-huh) That's 'fore I was rich (Did she get it?) I was already fuckin' your bitch (Yeah) [Chorus] Double R (Yeah) with the dark tints, no, they can't see in (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Smokin' green, rollin' cat piss 'til I can't see at all (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Pockets lookin' like a fat bitch, livin' lavish (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh) Money makin' is a habit, and I'm a addict (Uh, yeah, yeah, cha-ching) Outer space, I be walkin', Mr. Martian (Yeah, yeah, Percocet) In my safe, I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage (Yeah, yeah, cash, cash, cash) He ain't safe, killers get to him if he a target (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) In my way, I could have your head for a bargain (Yeah, yeah, decap-, executed)
Uh It’s Earl & E Beats [Chorus] Hell ain't that far away (Hell ain't that far) And neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) Neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) I said, Hell ain't that far away (Hell ain't that far) And neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) And neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) Girl, you live too far away (You live too far) In a different dimension (You live too far) In a different dimension (You live too far, yeah) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse] What if I die today? (What if I die?) Would it teach you a lesson? (What if I die?) About pain and resеntment, yeah (What if I die?) I said, “What if I diе today?” (What if I die?) Will it teach you a lesson? (What if I die?) About showing forgiveness (What if I die?) Oh, my back's against the wall, let the world see my flaws I'm far from perfect, the fans think I'm God I'm far from worth it, not far from worthless She's still in love, she's still in love (Love) [Chorus] Hell ain't that far away (Hell ain't that far) And neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) Neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) I said, Hell ain't that far away (Hell ain't that far) And neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) And neither is Heaven (Hell ain't that far) Girl, you live too far away (You live too far) In a different dimension (You live too far) In a different dimension (You live too far, yeah)
Uh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (DY Krazy) O-oh, uh-huh (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus] I wonder if I'm really enough, really enough You tell me that you're really in love, you're really in love But I always seem to mess this up, piss you off And even when I'm looking out, I fuck that up How? I don't get it I'm tryna give you my soul, you can see the ugly in it You done killed all my depression, you don't get it I hope I killed all your depression, hope I did it (I hope I did it) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] Down I fall, Berlin Walls Put my heart on the line, I risk it all Girl, you brought me to life, a resurrector I'm the ugly duck, that's my confession In love, I fall, curtains closed But I open up to you, I am exposed Every day, I'm high off you (Overdose) If I ain't doin' right by you, let me know [Chorus] I wonder if I'm really enough, really enough You tell me that you're really in love, really in love But I always seem to mess this up, piss you off And even when I'm looking out, I fuck that up How? I don't get it I'm tryna give you my soul, you can see the ugly in it You done killed all my depression, you don't get it I hope I killed all your depression, hope I did it (I hope I did it) [Verse 2] Oh, I don't wanna lose you, you don't wanna lose too I ain't tryna fall out, fuck, am I, a loose tooth? My life is a job, I'ma call off to love you Time after time, I put nothing above you You're always on my mind, you don't trust me, but I trust you Baby, I'm a loose screw, that's what the drugs do But not in a million years did I ever mean to hurt you [Bridge] I'll give you my all, I'll give you my all I'll love you 'til I fall, just catch me when I fall (Fall, fall, fall) (But not in a million years did I ever mean to hurt you) [Chorus] I wonder if I'm really enough, really enough You tell me that you're really in love, you're really in love But I always seem to mess this up, piss you off And even when I'm looking out, I fuck that up How? I don't get it I'm tryna give you my soul, you can see the ugly in it You done killed all my depression, you don't get it I hope I killed all your depression, hope I did it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yuh yo, yuh yo, yuh yo) Ya' dig? (Huh, bitch) Who dat, Trell? Uh, uh [Chorus] Fresh up out the jet, you knew I flew private (Bitch) I feel like a pet, fuck it I feel like a pit (Grr) I'm gon' take a shit on anyone that was doubtin' (For real, bitch) Now they know I'm the shit, yeah, young nigga super rich (Cha-ching) Look at the gold in my mouth you know I'm smilin' (You know I'm smilin', ya' dig) So many hoes up in my face I could take a pic (Uh-huh, bitch) Young nigga violent and wildin' (Violent and wildin', grrah) Choppa on me with a titty as the fuckin' clip (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse] Leather interior (Uh-huh), matte black exterior (Uh-huh, what else?) You are inferior, I am superior (Yeah, uh, what else?) She wanna fuck me with her friend, the more the merrier (Uh, what else?) Wear a mask, so when my choppa blast, it look scarier (Graah, graah, graah) I'm nineteen (Yeah), doing grown man shit (Yeah) On my own, man shit, (Yeah) I'm my own man, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh) Choppa make me limp, like an old ass Crip (Graah, graah, graah) Aimin' from the hip, give his ass a facelift (Hip, yeah) Now it's blood all on my fashion, how the fuck I'm gon' manage? (Ya' dig) Body bag him, then hop in the wagon, drive away no crashin' (Ya' dig) Bite down, molly got me money hungry, need a salad (Ya' dig) Ain't no handouts, I ain't with that buddy buddy, interaction (Uh, woo) [Chorus] Fresh up out the jet, you knew I flew private (Bitch) I feel like a pet, fuck it I feel like a pit (Grr) I'm gon' take a shit on anyone that was doubtin' (For real, bitch) Now they know I'm the shit, yeah, young nigga super rich (Cha-ching) Look at the gold in my mouth you know I'm smilin' (You know I'm smilin', ya' dig) So many hoes up in my face I could take a pic (Uh-huh, bitch) Young nigga violent and wildin' (Violent and wildin', grrah) Choppa on me with a titty as the fuckin' clip (Baow, baow, baow, baow, grahh) [Open Verse]
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (Oh) It's just, you know, this your world, it's your world (Oh, oh) Just Juice WRLD, you know what I'm saying? (Oh) Aviator [Verse 1: Young Thug & Juice WRLD] Just got done arguing with my wife (Uh-huh), I'm 'bout to sip me a Sprite (Uh-huh) I got you covered in ice (Uh-huh), I got a butler for life (Uh-huh) My partner told me it's shiesty (Uh-huh) and it's the one that's with Christ (Uh-huh) I'm 'bout to bought me some ice (Uh-huh), I'm gettin' higher tonight (Uh-huh) I want you out my life (Uh-huh), I want you out by the night (Uh-huh) I saw you walk down the aisle (Uh-huh), I knew that something wasn't right (Uh-huh) When I look in yo' eyes (Uh-huh), it look like you run some sight (Uh-huh) Bitch, I'm takin' all the phones (Uh-huh), you can't have no gigabytes Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Out of sight, out of line (Yeah) Piped up, alkaline (Woah, yeah, woah) She all on my mind (Woah, woah, woah) I was thinking 'bout wifing her (Woah, woah, woah) Nah, nеver mind, it's back to the grind (Woah, woah, woah) Selling 'Hardt likе my brother sold crack in his prime (Woah, woah, woah, go, go, go, go) R.I.P. (Yeah), you don't like me girl, that's fine by me (Yeah-yeah, uh-huh) Until you saw me on TV (Yeah-yeah, uh-huh), in the club with Thug, in the VIP (Uh-huh) Off a 30-30 scratching (Uh-huh, bitch), sippin' dirty, I'm relaxin' (Yeah) I ain't sip in a month, relapsing (Yeah) I treat this shit like gym class, I'm tryna get my laps in (Bitch, bitch, bitch, uh-huh) [Bridge: Juice WRLD] Even in rappin' you gon' need more than a napkin (Uh-huh) Blood, uh, gashing, fire like a dragon, yeah Even in rappin' you gon' need more than a napkin Blood, gashing, I'm fire like a dragon, yeah [Verse 3: Juice WRLD] Chill, trippin' on that Bodeine, I had to take a 'dryl (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I just came back from Europe, I had to take a trip (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I broke up with my ex bitch, that lil' ho a trill Uh, new ho know what it is, uh, orgies in the whip (Skrrt, skrrt) [Verse 4: Young Thug] You can be my baby, and this coupe can be the stroller Thought you was my baby and innocent, but you a ho, ho Due to the fact of this money I'm havin', ain't arguin' with no one When you said it wasn't none, I was tryna tell you it was Juice WRLD MAC-11 gripper, I turned the kid to a cougar Dodgin' all civilians, but in case I keep a picture I had to come back and do it to you, whatever, do it I don't wanna see you, fuck that car, I'm gettin' an Uber Matchin' the drip and the Jag', got a Goyard bag with cash, uh Hunnids come outta my pants, then the wars gon' hop on they ass, uh Opps at the front and the back You just had the stick and you last, uh I was just smoking that Back-wood, filled up with some grass, uh I just been traveling the Atlas, remember dawgs on with big bags I just been shopping so bad, spendin' half a mill' in Thailand I just been shopping for bags, she got every Chanel they had I pay they hunnids the fastest, no I ain't doin' the dash She say she want me, a Barbie in bed And ever since then I been shoppin' for ass I put a stem on his head and he dead I bought that stick for whoever wants static Won't you tell me you feel by yourself? Won't you tell me you want something else? Did you know I been pushing stars? Did you know I just been fucking exotic broads? [Verse 5: Juice WRLD] Pussy and money I need (Yeah, money I need, yeah) All that other shit you can keep (All that other shit you can keep, yeah) Don't be lackin', fuck nigga we can kill you in yo' sleep (Uh-huh, bitch) One week after you dead, yo' bitch gonna be my girlfriend (Gonna be my bitch) Chill, me and slime takin' hoes, it's a vibe (Uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah) Run up on me, suicide, turned it to a homicide (Huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh) My gun I personify (Uh-huh, yeah), that lil' bitch a ride or die (Uh-huh, yeah) I don't need no writers (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh), uh, kickin' this shit right off my mind (Right off my mind) Chill, I got this shit from the trenches, I ain't never work no 9 to 5 (No) Won't catch me washin' the dishes (Won't catch me washin' the dishes), ballin' on them like prime time (Prime time) Me and Thugger swishin' (Uh-huh, yeah) Boolin’ with this bitch Lindsey, she snortin' the Lohan, oh yeah [Outro: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Oh-oh-oh (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Oh-oh-oh (Tried to tell you) Oh-oh-oh (Tried to tell you, tried to tell you) Oh-oh-oh (Yeah)
All I wanna do is runnin', runnin', runnin', run it up .40 on me, ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' up Got your shawty with me in the club, on a Tuesday, yeah, it's goin' up Yo' bitch gone, off the Patrón Told me she don't got no panties on [Verse] Bitch, she gave me top in the backseat Keep a firearm, I won't get robbed, nigga try me They hate on me like it's they job Meanwhile, I’m pourin' a eighth of Wock', in the Hi-C Uh, drink away my flaws, sippin' muddy 'til I drown in it all Heard your boyfriend was a clown and a fraud Don't know why you hold him down, my God, oh my God Just like Drake, I'm just sayin', you can do better, I get you wetter I got my hand on Beretta forever If I don't got it, then it's a .38 Spеcial Hit him in the face three times, that's еxtra My gun bang like heavy metal Won't wife that bitch, 'cause she ain't special I'm on a whole 'nother level VVS on the jewels Please, please don't make a move I'ma let my killers on the loose They comin', for you, you, you Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] All I wanna do is runnin', runnin', runnin', run it up (Run it up) .40 on me, ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' up (Run it up) Got your shawty with me in the club, on a Tuesday, yeah, it's goin' up (Run it up) Yo' bitch gone, off the Patrón Told me she don't got no panties on (Yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus] My hand on my toolie, hit your spine and send it up (Grrah, grrah, grrah) I'm a big dog, yeah, yeah, you is just a pup (Pup) I'm a big dog, yeah, yeah, you is just a pup (Pup) I'm a big dog, yeah, yeah, you is just a pup (Bitch) [Open Verse] [Chorus] All I wanna do is runnin', runnin', runnin', run it up (Run it up) .40 on me, ain't runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' up (Run it up) Got your shawty with me in the club, on a Tuesday, yeah, it's goin' up (Run it up) Yo' bitch gone, off the Patrón Told me she don't got no panties on (Yeah, yeah) [Post-Chorus] My hand on my toolie, hit your spine and send it up (Grrah, grrah, grrah) I'm a big dog, yeah, yeah, you is just a pup (Pup) I'm a big dog, yeah, yeah, you is just a pup (Pup) I'm a big dog, yeah, yeah, you is just a pup (Bitch)
Get Max to pull up Folks finna come back and catch this shit Baby, whatcha on? (Whatcha on?) Yeah, yeah (Bitch) [Chorus] Check my drip (Yeah) Check my steez (Yeah) That's your bitch on her knees (Yeah, yeah) I do whatever I want, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh) I do as I please (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Fuck your bitch then I leave (Yeah, uh-huh) On her Gucci purse, I skeet (Uh-huh, yeah) Did I say purse? I meant shirt (Uh-huh, oh) I was aimin' for her teeth (Uh-huh) Young, rich nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh) All these niggas, in disbelief (Uh-huh, yeah) When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah) I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah) Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (Uh-huh, yеah) Pour a four of the red, the rеmedy (Uh-huh, yeah) Relapse on meds, some in my head (Uh-huh, uh-huh) What in the hell's gotten into me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] Uh, lean, pour it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Take the pill, don't throw it up Uh, yeah, Perc me up (Yeah, yeah) Ain't no such thing as scratchin' enough Uh, yeah, baby girl, I'm sorry (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You hate it when I'm high, but I can't help it Uh, ballin' like the Celtics (I was ballin' like the Celtics) Used to sell packs, I smelt it, I dealt it (I used to-, I smelt it, I dealt it) Two-tone skelly AP, it's meltin' (Yeah, gleam, gleam) Fuck your rollie, I could buy that by the dozen (Nigga, fuck your rollie, yeah) Got your bitch heart meltin' (Yeah, got that bih' heart meltin') Had a big heart, now it's meltin' (Now it's melted) I got a confession, it's embarrassing (It's embarrassing) I ain't know that was yo' bitch that I was nailing (I ain't know that was yo' bitch) My fault, my bad That's a bitch that we damn near all had My fault, my bad, my bad I been in my bag [Chorus] That's your bitch on her knees I do whatever I want, yeah I do as I please Fuck your bitch then I leave On her Gucci purse, I skeet Did I say purse? I meant shirt I was aimin' for her teeth Young, rich nigga, yeah, that's for sure (Oh-oh) All these niggas, in disbelief When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (Oh-oh) I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (Oh-oh) Pour a four of the red, the remedy Relapse on meds, some in my head (Oh-oh) What in the hell's gotten into me? (I-I) [Verse 2] Uh, my fault (My fault), my bad (It's my bad) No good (No good), these bitches all bad (They all bad) I'm hot (I'm hot), as Hell (As fuck) Three times platinum as well (Three times platinum as well) What's that smell? That's that YSL When I was down bad, I ain't had no help But did that shit right by myself (By myself) What's that smell? Revenge in the air This is for every time I couldn't afford to go get fly, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) This is for every time she dissed me for that other guy, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now she on my line, telling me I'm the love of her life, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, you not my wife, you really tried, you too trife, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Go and say hi to that shitty guy, livin' that broke ass life I heard you havin' his kid, I heard you gon' be his bride But when I came through town, you was all up on my line Talkin' 'bout how you fucked up, you should've stayed by my side I can't hear ya' over my whip [Chorus] Check my drip, check my steez That's your bitch on her knees (Yeah, yeah) I do whatever I want, yeah (Yeah, uh-huh) I do as I please (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Fuck your bitch then I leave (Uh-huh, uh-huh) On her Gucci purse, I skeet (Yeah, uh-huh) Did I say purse? I meant shirt (Uh-huh, oh) I was aimin' for her teeth (Uh-huh) Young, rich nigga, that's for sure (Uh-huh) All these niggas, in disbelief (Uh-huh, yeah) When I fuck on a freak like Mia Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah) I'm smoking that tree like Wiz Khalif' (Uh-huh, yeah) Free smoke, my niggas are chimneys (Uh-huh, yeah) Pour a four of the red, the remedy (Uh-huh, yeah) Relapse on meds, some in my head (Uh-huh, uh-huh) What in the hell's gotten into me? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Lyrics [Intro] Uh (Get it) Yeah, oh (Get it, huh) (Get it), yeah, oh (Get it) Get it, huh, yeah Get it, huh, yeah (Get it, get it) Get it, huh, yeah Get it, ya' dig? (999, ayy) [Chorus] Big dog around campus (Huh, ya' dig?) See it down the hall, you know that you can't stand it (Huh, ya' dig?) Choppa on my hip, it'll leave 'em leanin' like Fanta (Ya' dig?) Did I mention, I just dropped the eight in my Fanta? (Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-huh) Big dog around campus (Yeah, yeah) See it down the hall, you know that you can't stand it (Huh, ya' dig?) Choppa down to go, it'll leave you leanin' like Fanta (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Did I mention, I just dropped the eight in my Fanta? (Ya' dig?) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] I won't hesitate (Uh), hesitate (Uh-huh), yeah Get high to elevate (Uh), and levitate (Uh-huh), yeah You feel like dyin' today? (What?) Bullet hit his brain (Grra) Kel-Tec got double D's (Grra), titty gang (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Leave 'em bleedin' (Uh), give me a reason (Give me a reason) If you ain't suckin' or fuckin' (Uh), you could beat it (You could beat it) Michael Jackson lover (Uh), beat It (Beat it) I ain't use no rubber (Uh), but I won't skeet in her (Ooh) Wrap dishonesty around my dick, and then I feed it to her (Yeah, yeah) Smokin' on that gas, that shit stank, smell like cow manure (Yeah, yeah) She threw her bra and panties on the stage, so I had to do her (Yeah, yeah) Paul Wall, chop and screw her (Uh-huh) John Wall, dribble through her (Oh), yeah [Bridge] Them Percocets get me higher than moon rocks (Uh-huh) Remember stealin' straps out the pawnshop (Uh-huh, what else?) Livin' with no fear (Fear), drink no beer (Get it, get it) It's just Codeine when I cheer, cheers (Get it, get it, get it, get it) [Chorus] Big dog around campus (Ye-yeah) See it down the hall, you know that you can't stand it (Ye-yeah) Choppa on my hip, it'll leave 'em leanin' like Fanta (Yeah, get it) Did I mention, I just dropped the eight in my Fanta? (Huh, ya' dig, ya' dig?) Big dog around campus (Huh, yeah) See it down the hall, you know that you can't stand it (Huh, yeah) Choppa down to go, it'll leave you leanin' like Fanta (Get it, yeah) Did I mention, I just dropped the eight in my Fanta? (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Count it up and floss (Yeah, count it), with the gang Bodies may get tossed (They get tossed), they in the way (Grrah) And your ho may get tossed (They get tossed), she get slayed (Grrah) Jackknife on that Kel-Tec, he got a blade (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah) Ooh, you feelin' froggy, ribbit (Let's go) Send you to God, bitch, I'm a star, exotic car, nigga (Let's go) Pitter-patter all day long, I can't stop drippin' (D-D-D-Drip) Ménage à trois with her (Yeah) That Glizzy crank like Soulja Boy, huh, ya' trick ya', nigga (Grrah, grrah) Extended clips, thirty clips, fifty clips, yeah (What else?) Model bitch, got bottle hips, with the perky tits, yeah (What else?) I'ma show them suckers what a Perky is, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Ever since I could remember, I been gettin' it in How you hatin' outside the club when you can't even get in? (Uh-huh) I don't even fuck with clubs, strippers in the brib (Uh-huh) Just got a new side bitch, what's her name? FN (Uh-huh) Told her bring her cousin, all-black Smith & Wesson (Let's go) [Chorus] Big dog around campus (Yeah) See it down the hall, you know that you can't stand it (Huh, yeah) Choppa on my hip, it'll leave 'em leanin' like Fanta (Get it, yeah) Did I mention, I just dropped the eight in my Fanta? (Huh, yeah, yeah) Big dog around campus (Huh, yeah) See it down the hall, you know that you can't stand it (Huh, yeah) Choppa down to go, it'll leave you leanin' like Fanta (Yeah, get it) Did I mention, I just dropped the eight in my Fanta? (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] Talk my shit real quick (Get it, get it) AP, AP, white, AP on my wrist (Get it, get it, get it, get it) Look at your lil' ho, yeah, that's my bitch (Get it, get it, get it, get it) She fucked my slatt then dipped (Get it, get it) She sucked my nuts then dipped, huh, yeah (Get it, get it, get it) Huh, Perky make me itch (Get it) Huh, I don't got no lean, 'cause I don't wanna sip (Get it, let's go, let's go, get it, get it, get it) Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip (Ooh) Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Get it
Intro] It's wild I get paid to make songs and shit (This shit crazy) I get paid to speak my mind Y'all pay me for that Wow Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh It's like my mind is like a-, like a- Like an amusement park or something Uh-huh Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] Admission (Huh) 999 to get in (Yeah) I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah) The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah) I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah) How many Perkies I popped? That really ain't nobody business But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) [Verse 1] World tour, worldwide, seen it with my own eyes Walkin' 'round London off the pills, this is my third time Everybody asks me how it feel to live my life Don't know how I feel, but I know I don't feel alright Um, fight away these demons, feel like Tyson Cursed blood on my hands, what have I done? The truth is what I really need to find out Before the enemy finds us [Bridge] Woke up, couldn't move Satan said, "Peek-a-boo" Babygirl, is that you? He said, "Nah, but I'll take her too" [Pre-Chorus] Woke up, couldn't move Satan said, "Look at you, out of luck, bound to lose" Misery, uh-huh, Avenue [Chorus] Admission (Huh) 999 to get in (Yeah) I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah!) The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah!) I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah!) How many Perkys I popped? That really ain't nobody business But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) [Verse 2] Got no chill I've been poppin' too much, I've been drinkin' too much Ain't no such thing as smoking too much I been smoking so much Wockhardt 'til my face go numb I'ma sip 'til my face go numb In the strip throwing 10K dubs Bank account puke, throw it all up They wanna have a good time on us 'Cause they wanna all get high on us Got so high, DJ Scheme prayed Juice wouldn't die on us Lost too many woes, we ain't losing no more So hold on while I go and shoot the devil in his skull [Bridge] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh [Pre-Chorus] Woke up, couldn't move Satan said, "Look at you, out of luck, bound to lose" Misery, Avenue [Chorus] Admission (Huh) 999 to get in (Yeah) I'm for the outsiders, the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah) The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah) I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah) How many Perkys I popped? That really ain't nobody business But since it's just me and you here, I admit I've been tripping Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) [Outro] Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah) Way too many (Huh, yeah)
Cha-ching, let's get it [Chorus] Uh, made a million dollars out the dust (Uh, uh) Always had them shooters in the cut (Uh, uh) Front your move, and they'll fuck you up (Uh, uh) Bust some moves, you tryna get rich or what? (Uh, uh) I hop on the stage, moshpits enraged, the crowd going crazy (Uh, uh) A nigga get paid like a hundred a day, I swear life is amazing (Uh, uh) I'm catchin' a flight with a dick-suckin' dyke and a couple of Asians, uh, uh (We look related) Smokin' on gas 'til my eyes get that Asian persuasion Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse] Uh, yeah, Tokyo Drift, car tricks You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin', my dealer a Martian We all totin', down to go, my niggas like a squadron Marching, an army, lettin' it bust, splittin' niggas heads, kickin' up dust Knuck if you buck, he a fuck nigga, fuck 'em Chopper with the nuts, horny gun, it'll fuck 'em Bitches ain't shit, but niggas still love 'em They say niggas ain't shit, but then still fuck 'em [Interlude] Haha, realest shit I never wrote Probably not the realest shit I ever spoke Either way it goes, it's dope, haha, dope By the way, I-I hit your bitch like a note She hopped on my dick like a frog, so I kind of laughed and said she croaked You know? Let's go [Chorus] Made a million dollars out the dust (Uh, uh) Always had them shooters in the cut (Uh, uh) Front your move, and they'll fuck you up (Uh, uh) Bust some moves, you tryna get rich or what? (Uh, uh) I hop on the stage, moshpits enraged, the crowd going crazy (Uh, uh) A nigga get paid like a hundred a day, I swear life is amazing (Uh, uh) I'm catchin' a flight with a dick-suckin' dyke and a couple of Asians, uh, uh (We look related) Smokin' on gas 'til my eyes get that Asian persuasion [Open Verse] [Chorus] Made a million dollars out the dust (Uh, uh) Always had them shooters in the cut (Uh, uh) Front your move, and they'll fuck you up (Uh, uh) Bust some moves, you tryna get rich or what? (Uh, uh) I hop on the stage, moshpits and raves, the crowd going crazy (Uh, uh) A nigga get paid like a hundred a day, I swear life is amazing (Uh, uh) I'm catchin' a flight with a dick-suckin' dyke and a couple of Asians, uh, uh (We look related) Smokin' on gas 'til my eyes get that Asian persuasion
Lyrics [Chorus] Double my cup, uh, pour me up, uh Purple stuff, uh, Backwood stuffed, uh Double my cup, uh, pour me up, uh (Yeah) Purple substance, I think I need it [Verse 1] Hmm, isn't it beautiful? Countin' the guap, sippin' on Wock', doin' the usual Paranoia is real, keep me a Glock, that bitch go doo-doo-doo I'm thinkin' 'bout bein' a producer My niggas producers, them choppas go fruity loops (Brraow) High stepper (Yeah), with my weapon (Yeah) Got no answers to my questions Haha, so if they wanna address it, them we gon' address 'em Half of these niggas be flexin' and impressin' other niggas but that shit ain't impressive No (No), I'm not impressed I can shoot, I can pass, I can dribble, triple threat (Oh) Pitbull status, pitbull status 'Cause I'm comin' for their necks, oh Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh) Purple stuff, uh (Uh-huh), Backwood stuffed, uh (Uh-huh) Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh, yeah) Purple substance (Uh-huh), I think I need it (Uh-huh) Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh) Purple stuff, uh (Uh-huh), Backwood stuffed, uh (Uh-huh) Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh) Purple substance (Uh-huh), I think I need it, ayy (Uh-huh) [Verse 2] New wardrobe, shoppin' for clothes Sippin' codeine, buyin' drip on the Grove All my old hoes textin' my phone Got a girlfriend, bitch, leave me alone (Leave me alone) Ooh, brand new .40, move with authority I'm a big dog and, ooh, you a shorty Rockin' them Ricks, dawg, got 'em pissed off All alone I ball, I'ma shit on 'em all (I'ma shit on 'em all) [Bridge] Dollar signs and muddy drank Help me deal with all my pain Help me deal with all they hate Sometimes it hurts to be great [Chorus] Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh) Purple stuff, uh (Uh-huh), Backwood stuffed, uh (Uh-huh) Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh, yeah) Purple substance (Uh-huh), I think I need it (Uh-huh) Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh) Purple stuff, uh (Uh-huh), Backwood stuffed, uh (Uh-huh) Double my cup, uh (Uh-huh), pour me up, uh (Uh-huh, yeah) Purple substance (Uh-huh), I think I need it (Uh-huh)
Diamonds dancing milly [Chorus] In New York we countin' knots, livin’ at the top AP on me, milly rock Stick 50 in the Glock Now we ridin' 'round the city Sippin’ Wock' and playin' rock (Shit) I just spilled my pop (Fuck) Now I'm pissed off Oh, you don't know what a Perc is? Them be my friends They help me see all of the serpents Perc' thirty, no tens I took five, that's a fen', had me limpin’ like a pimp You would never understand, it’s complicated, isn't simp - Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse] Life’s simple He in my way, I could kill him (Brra), simple I'm feelin' bad, pop a pill (Geekin'), simple That’s the type of shit that be up on my mental (Mental) Did I hear your demo? (Haha) Nah, I must've not havе got the memo (Uh-uh) Oh, you ain't know we keep thе lead like a pencil? (Brra) This off the top by the way, I didn't use no pencil (Uh-uh) These niggas just startin' to get their drip, lil' bitch, I been dope When I hit that shit, I'ma rip that shit, make her let her friends know Yeah, we keep them blicks, .45 or six, we let them shits blow (Brrt) Like go go (Pop, pop), slow-mo, like woah-woah I'm rich ho Finna buy a diamond ring for my lil' bitch, make it official Bringing out them big ol' guns If it's war ho, let them fuck niggas know NLMB comin' strong, this shit is forever [Chorus] In New York we countin' knots, livin' at the top AP on me, milly rock Stick 50 in the Glock Now we ridin' 'round the city Sippin' Wock' and playin' rock (Shit) I just spilled my pop (Fuck) Now I'm pissed off Oh, you don't know what a Perc is? Them be my friends They help me see all of the serpents Perc' thirty, no tens I took five, that's a fen', had me limpin' like a pimp You would never understand, it's complicated, isn't simp -
Intro: Juice WRLD & Future] DY Krazy Yeah Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh [Chorus] Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap) In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap) Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah) I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching) So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah) I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yеah) Big Boogie 'Bop' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Verse 1] Ice on my wrist, like I got a fevеr Fuck her all night, I need a breather I don't want drugs, bitch, I need 'em Pop me a Perc, I don't even got a reason Pop me an opp, don't even got a reason I just hate it when all my opps be breathin' Smoking Gelato, I'm coughin' and wheezin' Rollin' up strong, puffin' on seedless Every season is money season I'm K Dot with these money trees shadin' me Hundred dollar bill racks on me Three million dollars deals, life on fleek Broke niggas can't afford to speak New watch, ten mortgages I'ma talk my shit, lace up the Gucci shoes, walk my shit (Okay) Remember working for minimum wage, felt like I was in a cage I done got rich and made a way Shit, I done got rich and made a wave Gotta thank God for the alley-oop I drove to the hole, he set the play I dare a nigga try and take this away I'ma grab the Smith &, put a hole in his face Now I got all these nigga's bitches tweakin', blowin' my DMs down (Down) Tellin' me all the freaky shit they gon' do when they man not around Tellin' me that they want me, that they down to hold me down (Down) But I know for a fact they gon' do the same shit to me when a richer nigga come in they town [Chorus] Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap) In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap) Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah) I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching) So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah) I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Count up a grip, tie up the Ricks Get shot in the face if you talkin' that shit I'm with all the smoke, turnin' niggas to spliffs Chopper know karate 'cause the bitch got a kick In the studio, spittin' STDs, everything a nigga say super sick Put a fifty in it, yeah, a titty in it I be really with it, I done really came from the trenches You know that my niggas gon' win Yeah, my life is a blessing, all I do is grin Booling out on a hundred thousand dollar rim I put the Kevin in Kevin Durant All these W's, I feel like a champ That's 'cause I am, yeah, blessed, through the stress I thank God, without him, wouldn't be here [Chorus] Hit the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke (Trap, trap) In the studio whippin' crack for the pipe smoke (Let's go), yeah Whip the Pyrex 'til my wrist broke, yeah (Trap, trap, trap, trap) Counting my racks, yeah, they don't fold (Cash, cash, cash, oh yeah) I can't have one bank account, several bank accounts (Cha-ching) So much money, I can't even count, several bank accountants (Cha-ching, yeah) I ask her what her brain about, shorty come top me down (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Had a problem with 'em until foenem came and shot 'em down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
