1:55 the way he delivered this lyric is one of the many reasons why I think Juice WRLD was quite possibly the best rapper to ever exist. His music sounds effortless because he freestyles everything that he does. Because he relies solely on freestyle, it means that the beat of the song directly dictates what kind of lyrics he’ll use, and how he’ll deliver those lyrics. Pure talent.
There was literally no way such a beautiful and diamond class talented human like Jarad could ever last in a grotesque world like this that we live in....😢😢😢
This song is crazy, cowboy juice is top tier. I really hope this song gets a lot of streams on Christmas every year would be a big W. He would be like Mariah Carry she got the unlimited money glitch 🤣
Merry Christmas ‘23. 2024 will be anyone’s year who takes it. Take what holds you back and turn it into more motivation. Never forget you’re loved or your worth. God bless.
[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future] DY Krazy All I want from Christmas is some all-gold teeth Cowboy chief, hat on my head, rifle on the scene [Chorus] Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw) AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw) Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw) That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw) Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah) What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah) If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh) I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw) [Verse 1] Uh, round 'em up, just another day on the ranch Brand new band in the Gucci pants, Codeinе cowboy, I'm a champ Big-ass Gucci belt buckle, with a revolvеr in my pants I bet you never went bull ridin' off a couple xans (Yee-haw) I keep a lil' somethin' in my holster, 'cause if it go up, then it's over I keep a lil' somethin in my cup, codeine pourin', runneth over (Ah) Put a lil' somethin' in her gut She comin', she keep comin' over and over We gettin' close, she my cowgirl, I feel her holster (Yee-haw) Beverly hillbillies, countin' them real billi's Dirtbikes poppin' them real wheelies (Yee-haw) Beverly hillbillies, pass me a pill I can't deal with it, deal with it all [Chorus] Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw) AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw) Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw) That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw) Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah) What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah) If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh) I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw) [Verse 2] Say he wanna have a shootout, nigga, where you at? (Uh) I'm at the saloon gettin' slumped off the Jack (Uh) Got a revolver on me, I'm gon' meet you in the back (Uh) Shoot you in the face after we take these five steps (Uh) Smith & Wesson five hundred in my grip My new watch gon' cost five hundred, don't trip I ain't talkin' 'bout whiskey when I say I got the drip Gucci boots with the spurs so the haters gon' trip, yeah Haters gon' trip, yeah I'm robbin' them for their loot, they ain't gon' do shit Old broke-ass son of bitch [Chorus] Gucci sweater on me like a Christmas list (Yee-haw) AK-47 on my Christmas list (Yee-haw) Son of a bitch tried to rob me, had to dump my clip (Yee-haw) That's a purdy-ass pussy (Ah), let me swim in it (Yee-haw) Yeah, we the roughest, toughest niggas 'round town (Yeah, yeah) What I'm totin' be a McMillan, then yo' ho down (Yeah) If he like yo' ho, he may just tie your ho down (Uh-huh) I heard her name Mary, hit, then Bailey made her go 'round (Yee-haw)
