@matyjanda6651

1 year ago

My enemies are startin' to become fake friends of me They see me on the rise and start to think that they aren't mine Allow me to chime in, this Watch upon my wrist it's perfect timing She wonder why I fuck and I don't like it I gotta pass the time on some grime shit Yeah, uh, I'm on top of the world, I'm on top, I told yo' girl get on top of the WRLD, get on top, by world I mean Juice WRLD Your girl is in my world, your girl is now Juice Girl, your girl is now Juice Girl Well, that's the way that I move, I guess everyday I'm kinda getting caught in the groove I pop a perc, maybe two, stay on my ones and my twos I lost my brother to tools, so I'm gon' keep me a tool That's on my life, that's on your wife, I put my dick upon her twice I bust upon on her then I ghost, I'm peek-a-boo, the poltergeist Triple nine upon my wrist, I flip the fuck the pastors wife, yeah Then I pull up and do it in the afterlife, like how you like me now Niggas want beef, I cock it back holy cow Man I'm promptly shoot you head, hate the sound of it, the cows 'Dem bitches is loud, the type to move a whole fuckin' crowd Where I'm from, we don't make it past 21 But where I'm from 15 year old's own like 20 guns See, statistics say we don't make it past twenty-sum Well, I'm growin' up, I'm blowin' up, been glowin' up, been showing out, and showing up, they know it's us I wasn't supposed to see this money that me and G-Money touch In the Trump Tower, racist bitches giving me shoulder rubs And they hate this shit, just off of If I can't have you, I'm gon' replace your shit That's Lucid Dreams, I get Lucid Green, If she find me then there really ain't no losing me, cause when she see her eyes on every single fucking TV screen, you see me, you see me, In your Lucid Dreams The shadows in your rooms, I do what I do, try me, they'll find you In the down of a bayou, drive right by you, and serve you heat like you at a drive through I got Rock, I got Soul, I got pills, I got hoes, I got bicks, I got flows I got gangs, I got zoels, I got all that you need, hit my phone, that's a trap, cause the studio is where I be cookin' all my crack G-Money hit me, he said let's get this money, where you at We pull up private jet style then we land on your map And if it smoke, then best believe you'll get popped like a flat What cork at, G-Money I think I need me a flat Squeak told me that the perc's is on the way On tour fucking bitches we was getting paid And D.C a couple hoes was gettin' slayed Fuck them once, then we sent them on their way I'm not bogus, I'm just caught up in my ways Hocus-Pocus with my life, I may just disappear for days I'm in a daze, I feel amazin', this shit is cray' for all the reds, this shit is braze Get out my way if you don't plan to make a payment Catch me layin' on the pavement just chillin' Caught up in my motherfuckin' feelings They say Juice "Why you always in your feelings?" I'm not, but this shit lead to my fuckin' lottery winnings See, niggas got a play to make a million To get the shit I got, but put my name upon a deal And me, I'd rather have a fucking house up in the hills Then be buried six feet for gang affiliation steal [Interlude] Ooh, we finna turn on the beat up in this shit, ah c'mon The way he be makin' shit, that be tweakin' me out Piano chords was hard wasn't it You know what this drum kick sound like already? Some fuckin' Frank Ocean shit, the drum kit sound like some Frank Ocean shit Slower, a little slower? Mhm Perfect [Verse 2] [?] To hell we fall I come right back and, we have a ball I found my one, two, I'll give her all I'll ball til I fall, I'll ball Ay G-Money, Roll them Backwoods We rollin' backwoods There was a packwoods They givin' smoke too, I never gave a fuck I never gave a fuck, until they call me Young Shud My name ain't mega shit, but I was up to too good Nah, up to no good, If I go broke, then me and G-Money takin' yo goods, and that's on yo' hood, nah, that's on our hood Emo rap kid still too hood, AP on my wrist, I'm feelin' like the man again, walk across the sky feelin' like I'm Anakin They be dodging bullets feelin' like they plannequin Gucci, Versace, and Burberry on my flannels kid They wonder why I wasn't on the cyphers Cause' I was geeked up, off the perc's actin' hyper Makin' shit drop like a baby in a diaper, heh, yeah Armed And Dangerous, hit billboards, my other song gon' billboard The spot I got niggas will get up and kill for it, I'ma killboy For real, for real boy, long dick like Pinocchio nose, I'ma real boy That's how it feel boy, I reach for the pill boys, I'ma sick dog G-Money say hemorrhoids, I flex up on these hoes, Juice WRLD steroids Lookin' at us like you ain't heard of dem' boys I grew up in the Burbs then the City too But you ain't from the city, not no city fool People say my city super pityful Cause we killin' niggas over some shitty tools What you gon' do with that high point Backwoods, you ain't smokin' my joints Backwoods, we ain't smokin' no joints Backwoods, we be rollin' fat doinks I remember when G-Money signed me I'm thinkin' in my head, like how the fuck this nigga find me Now these bitches come in two, Siamese Oh, yeah they tried to find me They on my line tryna' blow a nigga do-o-wn Askin' me when I'm comin' to their to-o-wn I told em' I don't fuck around with fuck arounds I pass em' to G-Money and Chris and they take em' do-o-wn Hop up in em' panties like it's Hop-Scotch I'm gon leave my kitties on her crop-top I told her keep the pussy, I just want top She keep on tryin throw the kids, the twat, stop And you know I was ballin' with my dudes, watch A bunch of bad kids with some boondocks My brother had the pack in his tool socks The shit that gave your auntie the jaw lock Let me talk my shit, let me walk my shit Let me smoke my spliff, let me spit this crack Let me sip this uh, let me sip this sip Let me fuck yo' bitch

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