[Intro] 999 Lemme talk my shit, uh [Verse 1] My lil' bitch love Fendi, huh, she Rihanna with that Fenty My gun full as hell, boy, please don't make me empty Niggas fool as hell boy, they see the real in me You could catch a shell, boy, fuck nigga don't tempt me I let it go, I let it go, just let it go, I let it go Fuck nigga don't tempt me, I let it go I let it go, I let it go, fuck nigga don't tempt me She ride like a ten-speed, bad bitch from Miami Dive in the pussy like ten feet, I was in the cut with a semi Can't let a fuck nigga get me Can't let a fuck bih' catch me up She can still suck me up, yeah Came in the club with a super-soldier, nigga no G.I. Joe Feel like a giant around these lil' ass niggas, nigga no fee-fi-fo She wanna fuck, she want the Henny involved, bitch I drunk it all Just sit back, let me break your back Just like I break the law, yeah [Chorus] Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh Ball so hard I took that bitch inside the bank, yeah, whoa Woke up rich, a nigga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy Run up, you get hit, that Choppa like a snake, yeah, woah See rap shows near Phoenix Get tickets as low as $74 You might also like Glo’d Up Juice WRLD Cavalier Juice WRLD Quitter (No Good Woman) Juice WRLD [Verse 2] I told you that I don't got time for the snakes, yeah, whoa Run up, you get hit, that Choppa wake and bake, yeah, woah That lil' bitch gon' suck and fuck on the first date, yeah, ayy I'm gon' probably fucking cum all on her face, yeah, ayy Ball so hard, I do that shit like every day, yeah Shoot my shot with every bitch, I fade away, yeah, ayy Don't got a Glock, then I'ma use a razor blade, yeah, woah Gold in my mouth, my clock, lil' bitch no Flavor Flav, yeah, whoa Get so rich that I could shit up on my ex, yeah Should've thought before you sent that fucking text, yeah I'm just finna put my dick inside my next, yeah, huh Fuck her once and then I gotta make an exit, yeah I'm in the past tense, woah Run up, I'm blastin' I'm taking off just like NASA She do the coke off the napkin, uh White like napkin, huh, ayy Nigga you fake as fuck, you be cappin', yuh, ayy Like a poetry slam, I be snappin', hmm, ayy Niggas be talkin' shit, but what happens to them? Pull up on him, that gun get to blastin' at him, yeah All I do is get money, I just be cashing on them [Chorus] Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, yuh Ball so hard until that bitch inside the bank, yeah, uh Woke up rich, a nigga talkin', but he can't, yeah, ayy Run up, you get hit, that Choppa like a snake, yeah [Intro] (I'm finna spaz on it, this beat so hard) Haha Felt like just the other day I was underpaid, yeah-yeah (How could you not spaz on it?) For real (Yeah, for real) Shit movin' fast [Chorus] Felt like just the other day I was underpaid, yeah Everyday they in my DM's tryna get laid, yeah Santa Claus, got three hoes, and they all gettin' slayed, yeah VVS, wrist on froze, like a fuckin' sleigh, yeah Hoo, keep that, I didn't ask for the feedback I take a perky to relapse, I take a perky to relax She break my heart, I don't react (Yeah) She break my heart, I don't react (Oh yeah) She break my heart, I don't react She break my heart, I don't react (React...) [Verse 1] Fuck nigga, don't test me She ride me like a semi, yeah She ride me like a ten-speed, yeah Run up on a nigga, I'ma hit him, yeah Choppa on his ass gonna get him He a pussy ass nigga, I ain't fuckin' wit' a kitten I get it, I get it, ooh Bad lil' bitch, I hit it for a minute Pull her hair when a young nigga in it, ooh Ball so hard, I'm in it Serve it like tennis, Dennis the Menace, ooh Run up, you may get diminished I wash you like dishes lil' nigga, you tripping, ooh Fuck out your feelings, I'm winning, you lose Uh, all of these bitches be choosing Look in the mirror, "The fuck am I doing?" I get so high, yeah, they think that I'm stupid, nah (Stupid, nah...) Oh, these hoes got me lost Better not to love at all than to get involved (Get involved...) [Chorus] Felt like just the other day I was underpaid, yeah Everyday they in my DM's tryna get laid, yeah Santa Claus, got three hoes, and they all gettin' slayed, yeah VVS, wrist on froze, like a fuckin' sleigh, yeah Hoo, keep that, I didn't ask for the feedback I take a perky to relapse, I take a perky to relax She break my heart, I don't react (Yeah) She break my heart, I don't react (Oh yeah) She break my heart, I don't react She break my heart, I don't react (React...) [Verse 2] Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Look at her staring, that bitch over there Look at McLaren, take off in the air Pull up on a nigga, I don't care Bitch, I see you there, you in the cut, you stop and stare He say he gon' kill me, baby girl, I ain't ever care I'm Houdini with these bitches, make 'em disappear I get 'em outta here, raincoat on me, no Paul Revere (Paul Revere...) Hoo, keep that, run up on me catch a feedback I run this shit like a relapse Perky on perky I relapse, Hoo, uh, keep that, I run this shit, hit the feedback Perky on perky I relapse, I run this shit, hit the feedback [Chorus] Felt like just the other day I was underpaid, yeah Everyday they in my DM's tryna get laid, yeah Santa Claus, got three hoes, and they all gettin' slayed, yeah VVS, wrist on froze, like a fuckin' sleigh, yeah Hoo, keep that, I didn't ask for the feedback I take a perky to relapse, I take a perky to relax She break my heart, I don't react (Yeah) She break my heart, I don't react (Oh yeah) She break my heart, I don't react She break my heart, I don't react (React...)
[Chorus] I'ma get the cash, that's forever (Cash), get it on the regular (Cash) We separate, not together (Yeah), keep it that way forever (Yeah) Margiela all on my sweater (Uh-huh), it get yo' girl wetter (Uh-huh) Run up on me, my hand on beretta (Uh-huh), hit you and your beretta (Uh-huh) I'm ballin' out the stadium (Cash), you can't ball better (Swish) You know I got Moncler on me (Yeah), in the cold weather (Yeah, yeah) I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, Mayweather (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) My VVS on me, all white, all white, it look like sleigh weather (Bling, bling, bling), uh-huh [Verse 1] As I hop in the ride (Skrrt) Got yo' thot, she inside (Got yo' thot) Hand on my Glock, I won't trust (Grrah) Run up on me, you gon' die (Grahh, grahh) Perkies on the way Three to the face, damnit, I'm too high (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't) I don't wan' take these Percs no more But if I don't take 'em, feel like I'm gon' die (Yeah, yeah) And I gotta live for 'em (I gotta live) That choppa on me, pull up, grrah, grrah Make him run, Forrest (Make him run) He say he wanna fight, fuck that I got a gun for him (I got a gun) I'm yo' father, bitch why bother? You is my son, boy (You my son) Run up on me then that chopper got heat kinda like the sun, boy (Kinda like the sun) My brother locked up, need to let him out just like Akon, boy (Just like Akon) AK in the back of the truck, Al Qaeda on it, Osam', boy (Osam') If you lookin' for me, I'm prolly puttin' dick up in yo' mom, boy (Put dick in yo' momma, yeah) [Chorus] I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular We separate, not together, keep it that way forever Margiela all on my sweater, it get yo' girl wetter Run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta I'm ballin' out the stadium, you can't ball better You know I got Moncler on me in the cold weather I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, Mayweather My VVS on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh [Verse 2] Two to the face, I'm okay (I'm gone) Get away with crimes like O.J, uh (Yeah) Lean on me, no O.J, uh (Yeah) VVS clear like Blu-Ray, uh (Gleam) Triple nine on my wrist, no slit (Slit) Bitch told me that she would slit her wrist (Slit her wrist) Stop acting pussy, no clitoris Man up, Ellen DeGenerous (Yeah) Uh, I was generous I'm done being a gentleman Fuck up out your feelings bitch (Bitch) I don't give a fuck what you feeling, bitch All this over some silly shit (Yeah) You must have some mental damages We can play games if you wanna play Game over, game over, you know I win How does it feel to be the loser? I'm poppin' pills (Bitch) How does it feel to be the loser? I'm askin' for real (I'm askin' for real, real, real) Uh, this is a miracle (Nah) Nah, this some bullshit It's really yourself you embarrassing [Chorus] I'ma get the cash, that's forever (Uh), get it on the regular (Uh-huh) We separate, not together (Uh), keep it that way forever (Skrrt, skrrt, uh-huh) Margiela all on my sweater (Margiela), it get yo' girl wetter (Oh yeah) Run up on me, my hand on beretta (Oh yeah), hit you and your beretta (Grahh, grahh, grahh) I'm ballin' out the stadium (Uh), you can't ball better (Uh-uh) You know I got Moncler on me (Uh-huh) in the cold weather (Uh-huh) I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, Mayweather My VVS on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, I'm back on it Your bitch, she wanna fuck I tell her "Cool", I'm feeling lonely Run up on me, brand new gun Tommy on me, MAC-cy on me I get cheese, no macaroni, uh I can turn your brains into some fuckin' mostaccioli Uh, huh, all on the floor, dead president on me just like a mourge (Huh, yuh) Your bitch a whore, run up on me you get put on the floor (Uh, yeah) Kickflip work just like a skateboard Your bitch back in this, break it like a record I'm in the studio, all I do is push record Platinum, platinum, plat', yeah that's me boy (That's me boy) [Chorus] I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular We separate, not together, keep it that way forever Margiela all on my sweater, it get yo' girl wetter Run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta I'm ballin' out the stadium, you can't ball better You know I got Moncler on me in the cold weather I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, nigga, Mayweather My VVS on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh
Anybody know what the other songs was called? I’m trynna relisten to some especially the similar to lava girl and the one he said I’m God…. But I still need God
Anybody know what the other songs was called? I’m trynna relisten to some especially the similar to lava girl and the one he said I’m God…. But I still need God
Anybody know what the other songs was called? I’m trynna relisten to some especially the similar to lava girl and the one he said I’m God…. But I still need God
Anybody know what the other songs was called? I’m trynna relisten to some especially the similar to lava girl and the one he said I’m God…. But I still need God
Anybody know what the other songs was called? I’m trynna relisten to some especially the similar to lava girl and the one he said I’m God…. But I still need God
Facts he is tho he just so nastyyy knows how to tear up the beat so good knows how rap too so good he beat up the beat Frl he’s better then everyone else he just tearing it up
His work rate was like no other rapper or musician of recent time that I know of, at a certain point in his career he stopped writing and just freestyled for hours and of course a lot of it wasn’t releasable material but his consistency and skill brought countless melodies, wordplays and flows so through the hours he spent messing around and freestyling a lot of it was crazy good so he could make so many songs in a day because he more or less made them on the spot without Hardly any prepared lines, true inspiration and rap god. RIP Juice Wrld never gonna forget you
Juice wrld is one of my favorite artists specifically from his work ethic He inspires me to make as much music as possible every single day I mix my own vocals n I have made over 4K-5k songs since 2019
0-3mins was a warm up, from then on enjoy classic juice wrld wordplay, flow and melody. The type of shit that rappers can’t recreate even when given time and a pen and paper. Juice is a freestyle god. RIP❤️ He will live on in his music ❤️
His work rate was like no other rapper or musician of recent time that I know of, at a certain point in his career he stopped writing and just freestyled for hours and of course a lot of it wasn’t releasable material but his consistency and skill brought countless melodies, wordplays and flows so through the hours he spent messing around and freestyling a lot of it was crazy good so he could make so many songs in a day because he more or less made them on the spot without Hardly any prepared lines, true inspiration and rap god. RIP Juice Wrld never gonna forget you
