Set the stage
As soon as he hits, set the stage, that's when he carry
When the beat drops though, pssh, shit, it's gonna sound lit
Get your cellphone light up right now, put it up
Only cellphone lights, please
If you f*ck with Juice WRLD, put it up a little bit higher
If you love Juice WRLD, put it up a little bit higher
If you f*ck with Juice WRLD, raise your lights right now please
This show, niggas is not performing like this no more, bro, like
These are the tickets?
F*ck rent, f*ck my landlord, f*ck everything, nigga, Juice WRLD, nigga, I'm telling you
I said it first, the party never ends
Yeah
I see in the dark, yeah (in the dark, yeah)
Perky tearin' me apart, yeah (tear me apart, yeah)
Tell them drugs to play they part, yeah (play they part, play they part)
Let the party start, hah (let the f*cking party start, yeah)
I see in the dark, yeah (in the dark, yeah)
Perky tearin' me apart, part, yeah (tearing me apart, yeah)
Tell them drugs to play they part, ha (playing they partmotherf*ckin' part, yeah)
Relax and let the party start (yeah, yeah)
(In the dark, yeah, yeah)
I said it first, the party never ends (never ends, yeah, yeah)
Relax and let the party start (yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you had your ways for a couple of days (yeah, yeah)
They say life is a book, well, I'm turning the page
I'm not looking back at it at all, I'm gone
I'ma see you on the other side, yeah, yeah
(I said it first, the party never ends)
I'ma see you on the other side, yeah, yeah
I said it first, the party never ends
I'ma see you on the other side, yeah, yeah
Juice Wrld - The Party Never Ends Album Lyrics
Juice Wrld - The Party Never Ends Lyrics
(Featuring Nicki Minaj, Benny Blanco, Eminem, the Kid Laroi, Offset, Fall Out Boy)
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Benjamin Levin, Carlton McDowell Jr, Jevais Harris, Magnus August Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Misfit
Oh, oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Ayy, one main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
I'm a misfit, that means I don't fit, nah, I don't fit in
I just bought a coupe, baby girl, get in
Lord forgive me, I know I'ma sin tonight
Prolly get high with my friends tonight
Have a menage in the Benz tonight (yeah)
Prolly go and f*ck on some twins tonight
Pop a xanax so I'll forget tonight (yeah, tonight)
Went to L.A., almost missed my flight twice (yeah, yeah, twice)
I was off the xans that night, right (Right)
Almost died on 'em, that's the last flight (flight)
I was pretty cool in my last life (life)
Ayy, one main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh (yeah)
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh (yeah)
First thing on my mind is to get rich, oh
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
Uh, ayy
Xanny turning me into a beast (uh, uh)
Don't make me call them niggas, I'm over the east (ayy)
Then I'll probably push you in the street (uh, yeah, ayy)
Make a motherf*cker hit his feet
Tell them niggas, "Check my swag"
Yours too bad, take that back
I quit drugs, then relapsed
I run back, like gym class
Brand new bitch, I need it (uh, ayy)
If it's too good, I'll keep it
Be my Victoria's Secret
Be my Victoria's Secret, yeah (ayy)
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh (yeah)
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh (ayy)
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Ayy, one main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
I'm a misfit, that means I don't fit, nah, I don't fit in
I just bought a coupe, baby girl, get in
Lord forgive me, I know I'ma sin tonight
Prolly get high with my friends tonight
Have a menage in the Benz tonight (yeah)
Prolly go and f*ck on some twins tonight
Pop a xanax so I'll forget tonight (yeah, tonight)
Went to L.A., almost missed my flight twice (yeah, yeah, twice)
I was off the xans that night, right (Right)
Almost died on 'em, that's the last flight (flight)
I was pretty cool in my last life (life)
Ayy, one main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh (ayy, ayy, yeah)
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh (yeah)
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh (yeah)
First thing on my mind is to get rich, oh
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
Uh, ayy
Xanny turning me into a beast (uh, uh)
Don't make me call them niggas, I'm over the east (ayy)
Then I'll probably push you in the street (uh, yeah, ayy)
Make a motherf*cker hit his feet
Tell them niggas, "Check my swag"
Yours too bad, take that back
I quit drugs, then relapsed
I run back, like gym class
Brand new bitch, I need it (uh, ayy)
If it's too good, I'll keep it
Be my Victoria's Secret
Be my Victoria's Secret, yeah (ayy)
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh (yeah)
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
One main girl, f*ck a mistress, oh (ayy)
Heart still hurt, like a wrist slit, oh
I don't fit in, I'm a misfit, oh
First thing on my mind, that's to get rich, oh
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nathan Perez, Magnus August Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
AGATS2 (Insecure)
[ Featuring Nicki Minaj ]
Aw shit, oh (woah)
Oh
(Is there any way? Is there any way?)
Aw shit, oh
I admit it, another ho got me finished
Tryna serve heartbreak up like tennis
F*ck sippin', I'ma codeine gargle
Babysitter, she gon' give my kids a swallow
And her nigga hatin', got a gun full of hollows
Load that bitch up, he won't live to see tomorrow
Still trippin', on fire, I'm blazin'
Inhale, it's Friday the 13th and guess who playin' Jason
And your insecurities
Will get the best of me
Your insecurities
Will get the best of me
And your insecurities
Will get the best of me
Your insecurities
Will get the best of-
Bitches screamin', "Demon time" like they was possessed
Let's keep it real, bitch, you know you was just obsessed
(But it's no) bad women, no good, bad women
Hotel rooms and Versace linens
Wake up in the mornin', scramblin' for some Advil
Last night, last night was too mad real
In love with the downers so I took some sad pills
Jack Daniel's don't hold me still
Nothin' like the plane ride home
I really hate the plane ride home (oh)
I'm in L.A. right now
Left the heartbreak in Chicago
And your insecurities
Will get the best of me
Your insecurities
Will get the best of me (I don't want them to get the best of you, baby)
And your insecurities (I don't want them to get the best of you, baby)
Will get the best of me (I don't want them to get the best of you, baby)
Your insecurities (I don't want them to get the best of you, baby)
Will get the best of me
None of these niggas can't f*ck with you
What's up with you?
Insecure, me? Nah, that be you
I left all of them to come after you
She want good brain, gotta be the muscle too
He want the smart girl, gotta be a hustler too
Hoes can't f*ck with me and that's just the truth
Somebody gotta teach a class like a substitute
Is there any way? Is there any way
You can be mine for the rest of me's sake?
Is there any way? Is there any way
That you would book a different plane, say you'll stay?
And your insecurities
Will get the best of me (say you'll stay)
Your insecurities
Will get the best of me (say you'll stay)
These thoughts in my brain (say you'll stay)
All girls are the same (say you'll stay)
You should stay here with me (these thoughts in my brain)
Say you'll stay
Writer: Ashley Frangipane, Jarad Higgins, Louis Bell, Onika Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lace It
Yeah, ayy, mm
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it
I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Stressed out, so I tend to take meds (take meds)
The Devil told me, "Good show, break a leg" (break a leg)
All these painkillers like I got a pair of broken legs (broken legs)
All these Percs I pop, you thought I was plannin' to break my neck
Grindin' man, I'm hungry for this shit like I ain't ate yet
You wish that you could have what I could have, you could just say that
If you ain't my lil' bitch, then, bitch, them convos, you can save that
These niggas think they invincible 'til they see them bullet holes in they Maybach
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it
I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'
Codeine by the cases (yeah), I've been purple rainin'
You pop some ecstasy first, it gets progressively worse (yeah)
Try your best to reverse (nope)
Unsuccessfully flirtin' with certain death
And revertin' to your promethazine urge (yeah)
The f*ckin' devil, he lurks (yeah)
Lose your best friend, he smirks
Wake up and everything hurts (ah)
And as you spiral downward, listen (yeah)
I know just how it is when (what?)
You start slow, then before you notice it, now you're mixin' (what?)
Oxys without prescription (yeah)
Cough medicine, valium with 'em (damn)
But ain't that how addiction sorta works? (Uh)
They call it lean 'cause you gravitate and lean towards the purp
The blessin' or the curse of fame 'cause now you can afford the syrup (damn)
Percocet and Percodan, but that ain't what you meant
When you said that you're in it for the perks (nah, damn)
Develop a habit out of that
Need a Xanax now to rap, so you pop it 'fore you record a verse
Your buzz wear down, yeah
Like a rabbit out a hat, makes you wanna pull your hair out (ah)
Fentanyl (yeah), Oxy (what?), Demerol (uh)
Dem are all what possibly got Shock G (damn), Roxy
Codone and lean is probably what got Lil Peep and ODB (yeah)
So many who OD be (what?) way to young to go see me (me)
I was lucky (why?), my escape was narrow
And do not think I take it for granted that I'm still here
Synthetic heroin, you (what?)
Tried to kill me then you (yeah)
Murdered Jarad didn't you? (Bitch)
You piece of shit
Thanks to you, now we lost Gangsta Boo and Pimp C
Prince and Michael mixin' Nyquil
With prescription Vics, addiction's like a f*ckin' vicious cycle
Juice, we will forever miss you (what?)
To the younger generation (nah)
I ain't lecturing you, but man, just be careful when you
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it
I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
I ain't comin' down from this high
Ain't finna let nobody kill my vibe
They committed social suicide
But me? I refuse to die (I refuse to die)
I will never come down from this high
I won't let them kill none of my vibes
They committed social suicide
Me? I can never ever die, I can never ever die
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it
I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Stressed out, so I tend to take meds (take meds)
The Devil told me, "Good show, break a leg" (break a leg)
All these painkillers like I got a pair of broken legs (broken legs)
All these Percs I pop, you thought I was plannin' to break my neck
Grindin' man, I'm hungry for this shit like I ain't ate yet
You wish that you could have what I could have, you could just say that
If you ain't my lil' bitch, then, bitch, them convos, you can save that
These niggas think they invincible 'til they see them bullet holes in they Maybach
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it
I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'
Codeine by the cases (yeah), I've been purple rainin'
You pop some ecstasy first, it gets progressively worse (yeah)
Try your best to reverse (nope)
Unsuccessfully flirtin' with certain death
And revertin' to your promethazine urge (yeah)
The f*ckin' devil, he lurks (yeah)
Lose your best friend, he smirks
Wake up and everything hurts (ah)
And as you spiral downward, listen (yeah)
I know just how it is when (what?)
You start slow, then before you notice it, now you're mixin' (what?)
Oxys without prescription (yeah)
Cough medicine, valium with 'em (damn)
But ain't that how addiction sorta works? (Uh)
They call it lean 'cause you gravitate and lean towards the purp
The blessin' or the curse of fame 'cause now you can afford the syrup (damn)
Percocet and Percodan, but that ain't what you meant
When you said that you're in it for the perks (nah, damn)
Develop a habit out of that
Need a Xanax now to rap, so you pop it 'fore you record a verse
Your buzz wear down, yeah
Like a rabbit out a hat, makes you wanna pull your hair out (ah)
Fentanyl (yeah), Oxy (what?), Demerol (uh)
Dem are all what possibly got Shock G (damn), Roxy
Codone and lean is probably what got Lil Peep and ODB (yeah)
So many who OD be (what?) way to young to go see me (me)
I was lucky (why?), my escape was narrow
And do not think I take it for granted that I'm still here
Synthetic heroin, you (what?)
Tried to kill me then you (yeah)
Murdered Jarad didn't you? (Bitch)
You piece of shit
Thanks to you, now we lost Gangsta Boo and Pimp C
Prince and Michael mixin' Nyquil
With prescription Vics, addiction's like a f*ckin' vicious cycle
Juice, we will forever miss you (what?)
To the younger generation (nah)
I ain't lecturing you, but man, just be careful when you
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few to chase it
I'm in my own Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All these humans basic, don't got no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit makes sense
All you humans basic, you ain't even got home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
I ain't comin' down from this high
Ain't finna let nobody kill my vibe
They committed social suicide
But me? I refuse to die (I refuse to die)
I will never come down from this high
I won't let them kill none of my vibes
They committed social suicide
Me? I can never ever die, I can never ever die
Writer: Benjamin Joseph Levin, Jarad Anthony Higgins, Luis Edgardo Resto, Magnus Hoiberg, Marshall B. III Mathers, Nathan Perez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cuffed
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold on, they gon' get wild in this bitch, y'all
Aye, aight
Right now, I need y'all to get off y'all f*ckin' phones and we gon' turn up in this bitch, aight?
I see y'all ain't come to f*ck around (uh, come on)
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
Brodie said that these hoes nuts
So what? (Uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, I show up (uh-huh-uh-huh)
Codeine, pour up (uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, you don't know nothin' (uh-huh-uh-huh)
You can get tote'd up
You can get tote'd up (yeah)
Uh, bitch
Shit
Huh, drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (let's go)
Two perkies, now I'm f*cked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go)
Just made some millions, G-Money said, "It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go)
So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (count it, count it)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as f*ck," yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no f*ck, yeah-yeah (don't give no f*ck)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Brand new Draco, can't wait to use it, ayo (grrah, grrah)
Pull up in that Miracle Whip, all white, look like some mayo (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah)
Ball like O.J Mayo (oh yeah), she dance for me, no tango (yeah)
Remember ridin' around in a Grand Am (uh), but now my wrist is a Range Rove' (rich)
Uh-huh, I'm comin', you ready or not? Oh yeah (uh-huh)
I just got some head from your thot, oh yeah (uh-huh)
She f*ck all the L's on the block, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Ap on my wrist leave her shocked, oh yeah (uh-huh)
But this not a G-Shock, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Tough talk got him shot, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Hit the club, shut it down when I walk in there, uh (uh)
Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (yeah)
Could a nigga ever prevent me from winny-win-winning (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (oh yeah)
I just bick back, count the blue faces while I grin, yeah (cash, cash, cash)
I got guns like the Western, Western, Western, Western (Bang)
Everyday I wake up flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin' (ah, ah-ah)
Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch, don't have to tax it (ah, bling-blaow)
I don't wanna text her back but I need to now (let's go, let's go)
Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Two perkies, now I'm f*cked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money said, "It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (yeah)
So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, I'm cuffed)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as f*ck," yeah-yeah (that's dumb as f*ck)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no f*ck, yeah-yeah (don't give a f*ck)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
I said, "G-Money, I gotta tell you somethin'" (I do)
I got this cash so I'm gon' buy damn near every gun (oh yeah, oh yeah)
He said, "Every gun?" (Oh yeah), oh yeah, every single one (oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I could be ready when these bitch-ass haters and the devil come (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Your crush just said I am a beast, oh yeah (oh yeah)
You say I'm pussy, well you are what you eat, oh yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
You niggas specialize in starting internet beef (why?)
I'm not the one to internet beef, that's how you catch RP's to your teeth (grrah)
Pull up in a Sprinter, my money and me (uh)
She hop on my dick just like a bunny to me (uh-huh)
Twenty-five, but she keep it a hundred to me (uh-huh)
She taste sweeter than buckets of honey to me (uh-huh)
I been ballin', lil' nigga, I'm out of your league (uh)
In the studio, workin', I don't get fatigued (uh-huh)
Got a Patek, I'm fallin' in love with Philippe's (uh-huh)
Washed the percocet down with a cup full of lean (uh-huh)
Big guns go bang, bad-a-boom, bad-a-bing
I break all of the rules, but I'm still in the lead (yeah)
I feel like I'm a broom, I sweep her off her feet (what else?)
Chopper masturbatin', it'll beat you like meat (what else?)
Catch me levitatin' off the Promethazine (what else?)
Got my heart racin' when I'm rollin' off E (what else?)
I be sack chasin', I be after the green
Got her back achin' when we up in the sheets, shit (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Two perkies, now I'm f*cked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money said, "It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as f*ck," yeah-yeah (dumb as f*ck)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no f*ck, yeah-yeah (uh-uh)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (everyday it go up)
My fault, my fault
I told her I don't wanna f*ck, it's just a thought, yeah
I told her I don't wan' cuff, she's just a thot, uh, oh yeah
Mike hurry the f*ck up we bout to miss another song
Yo I'm pissing shut the f*ck up
Mike, Mike
Bro just meet me out there dawg, just meet me out there, I'm out
Hold on, they gon' get wild in this bitch, y'all
Aye, aight
Right now, I need y'all to get off y'all f*ckin' phones and we gon' turn up in this bitch, aight?
I see y'all ain't come to f*ck around (uh, come on)
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
Brodie said that these hoes nuts
So what? (Uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, I show up (uh-huh-uh-huh)
Codeine, pour up (uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, you don't know nothin' (uh-huh-uh-huh)
You can get tote'd up
You can get tote'd up (yeah)
Uh, bitch
Shit
Huh, drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (let's go)
Two perkies, now I'm f*cked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go)
Just made some millions, G-Money said, "It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go)
So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (count it, count it)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as f*ck," yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no f*ck, yeah-yeah (don't give no f*ck)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Brand new Draco, can't wait to use it, ayo (grrah, grrah)
Pull up in that Miracle Whip, all white, look like some mayo (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah)
Ball like O.J Mayo (oh yeah), she dance for me, no tango (yeah)
Remember ridin' around in a Grand Am (uh), but now my wrist is a Range Rove' (rich)
Uh-huh, I'm comin', you ready or not? Oh yeah (uh-huh)
I just got some head from your thot, oh yeah (uh-huh)
She f*ck all the L's on the block, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Ap on my wrist leave her shocked, oh yeah (uh-huh)
But this not a G-Shock, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Tough talk got him shot, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Hit the club, shut it down when I walk in there, uh (uh)
Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (yeah)
Could a nigga ever prevent me from winny-win-winning (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin (oh yeah)
I just bick back, count the blue faces while I grin, yeah (cash, cash, cash)
I got guns like the Western, Western, Western, Western (Bang)
Everyday I wake up flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin' (ah, ah-ah)
Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch, don't have to tax it (ah, bling-blaow)
I don't wanna text her back but I need to now (let's go, let's go)
Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Two perkies, now I'm f*cked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money said, "It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (yeah)
So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, I'm cuffed)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as f*ck," yeah-yeah (that's dumb as f*ck)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no f*ck, yeah-yeah (don't give a f*ck)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
I said, "G-Money, I gotta tell you somethin'" (I do)
I got this cash so I'm gon' buy damn near every gun (oh yeah, oh yeah)
He said, "Every gun?" (Oh yeah), oh yeah, every single one (oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I could be ready when these bitch-ass haters and the devil come (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Your crush just said I am a beast, oh yeah (oh yeah)
You say I'm pussy, well you are what you eat, oh yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
You niggas specialize in starting internet beef (why?)
I'm not the one to internet beef, that's how you catch RP's to your teeth (grrah)
Pull up in a Sprinter, my money and me (uh)
She hop on my dick just like a bunny to me (uh-huh)
Twenty-five, but she keep it a hundred to me (uh-huh)
She taste sweeter than buckets of honey to me (uh-huh)
I been ballin', lil' nigga, I'm out of your league (uh)
In the studio, workin', I don't get fatigued (uh-huh)
Got a Patek, I'm fallin' in love with Philippe's (uh-huh)
Washed the percocet down with a cup full of lean (uh-huh)
Big guns go bang, bad-a-boom, bad-a-bing
I break all of the rules, but I'm still in the lead (yeah)
I feel like I'm a broom, I sweep her off her feet (what else?)
Chopper masturbatin', it'll beat you like meat (what else?)
Catch me levitatin' off the Promethazine (what else?)
Got my heart racin' when I'm rollin' off E (what else?)
I be sack chasin', I be after the green
Got her back achin' when we up in the sheets, shit (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Two perkies, now I'm f*cked up, someone get me up, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money said, "It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I'll make twenty more M's, we gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as f*ck," yeah-yeah (dumb as f*ck)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no f*ck, yeah-yeah (uh-uh)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up, yeah-yeah (everyday it go up)
My fault, my fault
I told her I don't wanna f*ck, it's just a thought, yeah
I told her I don't wan' cuff, she's just a thot, uh, oh yeah
Mike hurry the f*ck up we bout to miss another song
Yo I'm pissing shut the f*ck up
Mike, Mike
Bro just meet me out there dawg, just meet me out there, I'm out
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nick Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
KTM Drip
Perc' get me in (uh)
Let me in (woah)
How the f*ck you hatin' outside the club? (Woah)
Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in
Need to let me in (you can't even get in)
Woah, uh (slatt, yeah)
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I can't f*ck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, they don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)
I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)
That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)
She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh
I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh
Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)
I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)
I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' W's and her wins low (yeah, yeah)
I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah
Took that bitch to Miami (what?), Just to have a threesome (yeah)
I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?
Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one
That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ayy
Vvs on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ayy
Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ayy
I don't f*ck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ayy (yeah)
My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)
I can't f*ck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)
I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"
I've been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)
In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR, lettin' it all off (woah, woah, grrah)
My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (woah, woah, she a dog)
Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off, pause
She come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)
I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)
Oxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)
High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (woah)
Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the f*ck else?)
I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (what the f*ck else?)
She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the f*ck else?)
Grip the choppa with the beam, this a new Louis bag, uh (louis bag, oh)
I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags
Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)
Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)
I'ma drop you off wherever the f*ck I met you at (oh)
Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)
Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh (that bitch gotta go, oh)
Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on GUMMO mode (I'm on GUMMO mode)
My closet like a motherf*ckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)
Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)
Shorty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)
I told her racist-ass dad that she f*cked a nigga (yee-haw)
I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure f*ckin' with her (yee-haw, oh)
She said she wanna have my dick for dinner
Uh, I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)
Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)
God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters
Uh, I just became a winner (ayy, ayy)
They wasn't f*ckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)
Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)
You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)
'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)
I can't f*ck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yeah, yeah, yeah, give me her consent)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (they don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (baow, baow)
I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (yeah, oh)
Let me in (woah)
How the f*ck you hatin' outside the club? (Woah)
Drugs knockin' at my door, need to let me in
Need to let me in (you can't even get in)
Woah, uh (slatt, yeah)
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I can't f*ck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, they don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (yeah, yeah)
I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (yee-haw, skrrt, skrrt)
That two-door with no tints, oh (no tints)
She sucked me up in my G-Wagon, no tints, oh
I see all through the shade, ain't no tints, oh
Pull up in that Beamer with the tints, oh (skrrt)
I heard you got a new whip, we shoot the tints off (grrah, grrah)
I know that bitch shakin' ass up out the window (yeah, yeah)
I'm takin' W's and her wins low (yeah, yeah)
I order bitches like they on the menu (yeah, yeah), yeah
Took that bitch to Miami (what?), Just to have a threesome (yeah)
I got bad bitches on deck, do you need one?
Matter of fact, I got so many hoes, I'll sell you one, you keep one
That bitch don't need me, that lil' ho need Jesus, ayy
Vvs on my wrist, ain't get no Jesus pieces, ayy
Need me a chocolate thing, ain't talkin' Reese's Pieces, ayy
I don't f*ck with none of these niggas like I'm racist, ayy (yeah)
My songs on that bad bitch playlist (yeah)
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (yeah, yeah)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yee-haw)
I can't f*ck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yee-haw)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (yeah, yeah)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (grrah, grrah)
I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off"
I've been on my KTM drip, hopefully I don't fall off (yeah, skrrt)
In the desert, on a dirt bike with an AR, lettin' it all off (woah, woah, grrah)
My lil' bitch'll set you up, yeah, she a dog, oh (woah, woah, she a dog)
Get you in the bedroom, just to shoot your balls off, pause
She come back home, tell me you dead, my dick is in her jaw (uh-huh)
I could never end up like my dad, I'm too much of a boss (uh-huh)
Oxycodone all up in my head, I'm scratchin' through the walls (uh-huh)
High as hell, on my phone, groupies tryna get in my drawers (woah)
Foreign bitch up in my Snapchat, showin' ass (what the f*ck else?)
I know she don't love me for real, she just want the bag (what the f*ck else?)
She gon' do me and my team for a Louis bag (what the f*ck else?)
Grip the choppa with the beam, this a new Louis bag, uh (louis bag, oh)
I go shoppin' everywhere, I don't look at tags
Wear it once, then throw it away, I don't take it back (uh-huh)
Said she loved me, stupid bitch, you should take it back (uh)
I'ma drop you off wherever the f*ck I met you at (oh)
Call a Uber for that bitch, she gotta go, go, go (she gotta go)
Do the dash through her life, I'm on go, go, go, uh (that bitch gotta go, oh)
Iffy, uh, sticky tucked, I'm on GUMMO mode (I'm on GUMMO mode)
My closet like a motherf*ckin' gun show, oh (like a gun show)
Uh, I'ma spin her (huh)
Shorty sweeter than a bag full of apple fritters (oh, oh, yeah)
I told her racist-ass dad that she f*cked a nigga (yee-haw)
I also told 'em that it's been my pleasure f*ckin' with her (yee-haw, oh)
She said she wanna have my dick for dinner
Uh, I'ma serve it to her like a plate of chicken gizzards (uh)
Grandma, if you listenin', I'm sorry, I'm a sinner (uh)
God ain't done with me yet, give Him a couple winters
Uh, I just became a winner (ayy, ayy)
They wasn't f*ckin' me when my pockets was hurtin' (uh)
Now I get to pick 'em out, freaky and nerdy (uh-huh)
You should take your girl to the dentist or somethin' (uh)
'Cause when she come back to you, her mouth gon' be hurtin' (suck it, ouch)
Pills knockin' at my door, I'm finna let 'em in (I'ma let 'em in)
Ballin' hard, feel like D. Rose, I need a letterman (yeah, yeah, yeah, I need a letterman)
I can't f*ck that bitch if she don't give me her consent (yeah, yeah, yeah, give me her consent)
Half of these hoes don't even give me erection (they don't get me hard)
If you with that shit, then up your gat, let it spit, oh (baow, baow)
I know niggas bangin' they flags like Confederate, oh (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Brand-new house, it's on the Hills, just got the settlements off (rich, rich)
Lately, I've been ridin' dirt bikes, G-Money told me, "Don't fall off" (yeah, oh)
Writer: Bouhrn, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid
Love Letter
This is a love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for the better, better
For worst and for the better, better
Love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for better, better
For worst and for better, better
I wanna know the cause of this, is it Cupid?
I really hate that kid, this is stupid
Wonder why she is in my head, lucid
Dreams like I'm having, yes, they are lucid
Sometimes, I don't know what I'm doing
Sometimes, she makes me feel stupid
Sometimes, it's clueless
Sometimes, it's "Damn, let's make love to music", uh
She is in my head
But, but I'm not scared, though, huh
She is in my head
But, but, huh
I told her this in the love letter
This is a love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for the better, better
For worst and for the better, better
Love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for better, better
For worst and for better, better, yeah
I'm like, "Here we go again"
I got her love and I'ma keep it 'til the end
I know one thing, we gotta be way more than friends
So we can be a happily ever again
I know it's real love, we do not pretend
We takin' real drugs, high until the end
My momma tell me, "What happens, just be careful"
I told her, "That's cool", 'cause she like getting her hair pulled
I swear I treat her like some eggs, leave her scrambled
She can't handle
I destroy the pussy in the bedroom, I'm a vandal
Bussin' in her soupcan, like she got Campbell's
I give her the dick she can't handle, handle, uh
This is a love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for the better, better
For worst and for the better, better
Love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst, or the better, better
I want you forever, ever, ever, ever
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for the better, better
For worst and for the better, better
Love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for better, better
For worst and for better, better
I wanna know the cause of this, is it Cupid?
I really hate that kid, this is stupid
Wonder why she is in my head, lucid
Dreams like I'm having, yes, they are lucid
Sometimes, I don't know what I'm doing
Sometimes, she makes me feel stupid
Sometimes, it's clueless
Sometimes, it's "Damn, let's make love to music", uh
She is in my head
But, but I'm not scared, though, huh
She is in my head
But, but, huh
I told her this in the love letter
This is a love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for the better, better
For worst and for the better, better
Love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for better, better
For worst and for better, better, yeah
I'm like, "Here we go again"
I got her love and I'ma keep it 'til the end
I know one thing, we gotta be way more than friends
So we can be a happily ever again
I know it's real love, we do not pretend
We takin' real drugs, high until the end
My momma tell me, "What happens, just be careful"
I told her, "That's cool", 'cause she like getting her hair pulled
I swear I treat her like some eggs, leave her scrambled
She can't handle
I destroy the pussy in the bedroom, I'm a vandal
Bussin' in her soupcan, like she got Campbell's
I give her the dick she can't handle, handle, uh
This is a love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst and for the better, better
For worst and for the better, better
Love letter, letter
Love me, I may let her, let her
For worst, or the better, better
I want you forever, ever, ever, ever
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Andrew Watt, Dorien Theus, Magnus August Hoiberg, Nicholas Mira, Benjamin Levin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Condone It
On
Oh, these eyes
Walk in a room with the vibe-
Walk in a room with those eyes- yeah
Yeah- uh-huh
Uh
Walk in a room with a purpose (yeah)
Third and fourth eye open, I see serpents (ye-ye-ye-yeah)
Big ass brib, up in Atlanta stay newly refurbished (ye-ye-ye-yeah)
I'm a cowboy- nigga, and you're vermin (ye-ye-ye-yeah, yeah)
She twerkin' (uh)- she squirtin' (uh)
The Birkin (uh), she earned it (uh)
She servin' (uh), life (uh)
That's the (uh), verdict (uh)
My heart, was hurtin' (uh)
Not (uh), from her (uh)
But (uh), from the Perkys (uh-huh)
Cut her (uh), deep as (uh)
Shit (uh), surgeon (Cut)
F*cked her (uh), until (uh)
She became (uh), a better person (uh-huh)
She put the came in that sentence (uh-huh)
She came in Dior, she a diva (uh-huh)
She foreign, like she got a Visa (uh-huh, oh)
I ain't like my wrist, so I freezed it (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh, oh)
It's easy (yeah)
I make this shit look easy (oh yeah)
But it ain't that easy, believe me (oh yeah)
But I guess it's easy to me, G (oh yeah)
Her pussy may smell like water (oh yeah)
I'ma only eat it if it's Fiji (oh-oh-oh-oh yeah)
Lil' thot, bitch say she a rider (oh-oh-oh-oh yeah)
Had to test it
I feel like Mario so I had her go and f*ck on Luigi (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah)
I'm the shit like a pile of feces (oh, oh yeah)
Louis V on the shelf, it needs me (oh, oh yeah)
Life's a ladder, these niggas beneath me (oh, oh, oh yeah)
F*ck with me, have you sleepin' with seaweed (oh yeah)
I'm too paranoid, no I don't need weed (oh, oh, oh yeah, uh-huh)
I'm embarassin' y'all, I'm embarrassed for y'all (oh, oh yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm outta your league (oh, oh yeah)
Fans hungry, I gotta feed 'em (oh yeah)
Devil hatin' I gotta beat him (oh, oh, oh yeah)
Shawty thirsty, drinkin' my semen (oh yeah)
After that, that lil' bitch leavin' (oh, oh yeah)
Shawty wet like a boat, I'm sinkin' (oh yeah)
Taste like Oreo, she creamin' (oh, oh yeah, uh-huh)
Head so damn good, I'm dreamin' (yeah)
Woke up, she still eatin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I need it (oh yeah)
Pinocchio, I poke her (oh, oh yeah)
Like OVO, I sing to her (oh yeah)
Like Michael Phelps, I stroke her (oh, oh yeah)
She know I'm evil, Joker (oh yeah)
My aura, damn near potent (oh, oh, oh yeah, uh-huh)
Euphoria, I'm floatin' (oh yeah)
Your thot was in the moment (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
She let three of my bros f*ck, Jonas
And she cook for the gang, bonus
I got a new main thing, and she don't play
So I know she wouldn't condone it
Your thot let three f*ck, Jonas
And she cook for the gang, bonus
Got a new main thing, she don't play
So I know that she wouldn't condone it
She let three of my bros f*ck, Jonas
Then she cook for the gang, bonus
I got a new main thing, and she don't play
So I know she wouldn't condone it
Your thot let three f*ck, Jonas
And she cook for the gang, bonus
Got a new main thing, she don't play
So I know that she wouldn't condone it
Ay, so-
This next song, is for Jahseh
This next song is for Peep
This next song is for Mac Miller
This next song is for A$AP Yams
This next song is for Nipsey Hussle
This next song is for Speaker Knockerz
This next song is for Speaker Knockerz
This next song is for Prince, Michael Jackson, Selena, Kurt Cobain, Pimp C
This next song is for all our legends
Oh, these eyes
Walk in a room with the vibe-
Walk in a room with those eyes- yeah
Yeah- uh-huh
Uh
Walk in a room with a purpose (yeah)
Third and fourth eye open, I see serpents (ye-ye-ye-yeah)
Big ass brib, up in Atlanta stay newly refurbished (ye-ye-ye-yeah)
I'm a cowboy- nigga, and you're vermin (ye-ye-ye-yeah, yeah)
She twerkin' (uh)- she squirtin' (uh)
The Birkin (uh), she earned it (uh)
She servin' (uh), life (uh)
That's the (uh), verdict (uh)
My heart, was hurtin' (uh)
Not (uh), from her (uh)
But (uh), from the Perkys (uh-huh)
Cut her (uh), deep as (uh)
Shit (uh), surgeon (Cut)
F*cked her (uh), until (uh)
She became (uh), a better person (uh-huh)
She put the came in that sentence (uh-huh)
She came in Dior, she a diva (uh-huh)
She foreign, like she got a Visa (uh-huh, oh)
I ain't like my wrist, so I freezed it (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh, oh)
It's easy (yeah)
I make this shit look easy (oh yeah)
But it ain't that easy, believe me (oh yeah)
But I guess it's easy to me, G (oh yeah)
Her pussy may smell like water (oh yeah)
I'ma only eat it if it's Fiji (oh-oh-oh-oh yeah)
Lil' thot, bitch say she a rider (oh-oh-oh-oh yeah)
Had to test it
I feel like Mario so I had her go and f*ck on Luigi (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah)
I'm the shit like a pile of feces (oh, oh yeah)
Louis V on the shelf, it needs me (oh, oh yeah)
Life's a ladder, these niggas beneath me (oh, oh, oh yeah)
F*ck with me, have you sleepin' with seaweed (oh yeah)
I'm too paranoid, no I don't need weed (oh, oh, oh yeah, uh-huh)
I'm embarassin' y'all, I'm embarrassed for y'all (oh, oh yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin' like I'm outta your league (oh, oh yeah)
Fans hungry, I gotta feed 'em (oh yeah)
Devil hatin' I gotta beat him (oh, oh, oh yeah)
Shawty thirsty, drinkin' my semen (oh yeah)
After that, that lil' bitch leavin' (oh, oh yeah)
Shawty wet like a boat, I'm sinkin' (oh yeah)
Taste like Oreo, she creamin' (oh, oh yeah, uh-huh)
Head so damn good, I'm dreamin' (yeah)
Woke up, she still eatin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I need it (oh yeah)
Pinocchio, I poke her (oh, oh yeah)
Like OVO, I sing to her (oh yeah)
Like Michael Phelps, I stroke her (oh, oh yeah)
She know I'm evil, Joker (oh yeah)
My aura, damn near potent (oh, oh, oh yeah, uh-huh)
Euphoria, I'm floatin' (oh yeah)
Your thot was in the moment (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
She let three of my bros f*ck, Jonas
And she cook for the gang, bonus
I got a new main thing, and she don't play
So I know she wouldn't condone it
Your thot let three f*ck, Jonas
And she cook for the gang, bonus
Got a new main thing, she don't play
So I know that she wouldn't condone it
She let three of my bros f*ck, Jonas
Then she cook for the gang, bonus
I got a new main thing, and she don't play
So I know she wouldn't condone it
Your thot let three f*ck, Jonas
And she cook for the gang, bonus
Got a new main thing, she don't play
So I know that she wouldn't condone it
Ay, so-
This next song, is for Jahseh
This next song is for Peep
This next song is for Mac Miller
This next song is for A$AP Yams
This next song is for Nipsey Hussle
This next song is for Speaker Knockerz
This next song is for Speaker Knockerz
This next song is for Prince, Michael Jackson, Selena, Kurt Cobain, Pimp C
This next song is for all our legends
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Matthew Samuels, Tommy Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Goodbye
[ Featuring The Kid LAROI ]
I think that's what life is about
Truly findin' yourself
And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep
I wanna say goodbye
But I can't find a way to make it out alive
You know that I've tried
But I can't find a way to make it out alive
So goodbye
So goodbye, uh
So goodbye
It's time to get high again
At the time, time with you was time well spent
On my mind, and I can't get you out, I swear
When you died, I think 'bout the time we shared
And I can't help but cry
I swear I've asked God why
So many goddamn times
Nothing can help, not time
None of the cars I buy
I'm tryna fix what's inside
But my regrets haunt me every night
And now I wanna say goodbye
But I can't find a way to make it out alive
You know that I've tried
But I can't find a way to make it out alive
So goodbye
So goodbye
Writer: Charlton Howard, Nate Reuss, Blake Slatkin, Benjamin Levin, Magnus August Hoiberg
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Party By Myself
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
I know what I'm doing's illegal
But ain't nothin' else gon' numb my pain like the pills and the reefer
I popped a few, they made me sing like Franklin, Aretha
I think they caught up to my brain (brain)
Oh, tell Perky I need her, without her, I get to sweatin', shakin', and catchin' a fever
I know some people regret takin' the shit that they've been takin'
But, baby, I can't take it, so I guess I need it
I'ma keep it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, aw
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
Oh-woah, oh, woah-oh-oh
Oh-woah, oh (oh-woah, oh)
I need to let the past go
But my anxiety's a handful (anxiety's a handful)
When I wake up in the mornin'
I lean over and kiss my baby, she kill my torment
But some of it is inside me, it's hurting and hiding
That's why I get high, so high that no one can find me
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
I know what I'm doing's illegal
But ain't nothin' else gon' numb my pain like the pills and the reefer
I popped a few, they made me sing like Franklin, Aretha
I think they caught up to my brain
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
I know what I'm doing's illegal
But ain't nothin' else gon' numb my pain like the pills and the reefer
I popped a few, they made me sing like Franklin, Aretha
I think they caught up to my brain (brain)
Oh, tell Perky I need her, without her, I get to sweatin', shakin', and catchin' a fever
I know some people regret takin' the shit that they've been takin'
But, baby, I can't take it, so I guess I need it
I'ma keep it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, aw
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
Oh-woah, oh, woah-oh-oh
Oh-woah, oh (oh-woah, oh)
I need to let the past go
But my anxiety's a handful (anxiety's a handful)
When I wake up in the mornin'
I lean over and kiss my baby, she kill my torment
But some of it is inside me, it's hurting and hiding
That's why I get high, so high that no one can find me
I'm leanin' like I'm using a needle
Probably party by myself because I don't f*ck with people
Marijuana with the pills, euphoric and cerebral
I do it all to chase the thrill (thrill)
I know what I'm doing's illegal
But ain't nothin' else gon' numb my pain like the pills and the reefer
I popped a few, they made me sing like Franklin, Aretha
I think they caught up to my brain
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Rex Kudo, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Adore You
Let me talk to y'all for a second, though
Let me get some lights, let me see all the beautiful faces out here
Oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
We took it up a level in this bitch, huh
I want to hold you, control you
Never seen a soul like yours before
But, girl, I adore you, would die for you
Your ex old news, f*ck with me, I'll show you
She my queen, used to have a dark king
Devil kissed her first, way before me
Devil does his worst, he can't harm me
He sittin' there alone, I'm like, "You and what army?"
Baby, I can't help the way I feel
Got me havin' love dreams, but this shit is real, real, real
Got me poppin' full Percs, don't know how to deal
Got me goin' on and on, can't keep still
Oh-oh, you belong with me
Or no one at all
I want to hold you, control you
Never seen a soul like yours before
But, girl, I adore you, would die for you
Your ex old news, f*ck with me, I'll show you
Lovesick, but I could never get sick of your love
When I don't have your love I'm reachin' for the drugs
Like, "Juice WRLD was so damn high when he pulled up"
It's 'cause I was in Europe and you were back home
Yeah, I know we'll last long
You killed all the sad love songs
I ain't nothin' but a bag of bones
But you say that's the most expensive bag you own
Oh-oh, you belong with me
Or no one at all
I want to hold you, control you
Never seen a soul like yours before
But, girl, I adore you, would die for you
Your ex old news, follow me, I'll show you
Let me get some lights, let me see all the beautiful faces out here
Oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
We took it up a level in this bitch, huh
I want to hold you, control you
Never seen a soul like yours before
But, girl, I adore you, would die for you
Your ex old news, f*ck with me, I'll show you
She my queen, used to have a dark king
Devil kissed her first, way before me
Devil does his worst, he can't harm me
He sittin' there alone, I'm like, "You and what army?"
Baby, I can't help the way I feel
Got me havin' love dreams, but this shit is real, real, real
Got me poppin' full Percs, don't know how to deal
Got me goin' on and on, can't keep still
Oh-oh, you belong with me
Or no one at all
I want to hold you, control you
Never seen a soul like yours before
But, girl, I adore you, would die for you
Your ex old news, f*ck with me, I'll show you
Lovesick, but I could never get sick of your love
When I don't have your love I'm reachin' for the drugs
Like, "Juice WRLD was so damn high when he pulled up"
It's 'cause I was in Europe and you were back home
Yeah, I know we'll last long
You killed all the sad love songs
I ain't nothin' but a bag of bones
But you say that's the most expensive bag you own
Oh-oh, you belong with me
Or no one at all
I want to hold you, control you
Never seen a soul like yours before
But, girl, I adore you, would die for you
Your ex old news, follow me, I'll show you
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Maxwell Nichols, Nick Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Celebrate
[ Featuring Offset ]
Juice WRLD, you know I'm here 'cause my ex is a f*cking bitch, you know what I'm saying?
Wait, huh
I just put some money on his head (on his head)
I can't say his name, 'cause he gon' really get blicked, brrt
I've been tryna numb all the pain, I've been holdin' it in since a jit, uh
I mix the Rick, with the RAF, and the RAF with the Rick, uh
Remember first time, got stabbed in the heart as a kid, uh
It was that day I found out my friend was dead, uh
Same day, I jumped head first in the pit, bottle full of meds, uh (skrrt)
Sorrows symphonies, yeah, I invented that
Look at that watch on my wrist (paid off, no deposit), paid two-hundred and ten for that, yeah
Thinking back to the good old days, nowadays I'm over-stressed
When I say good old days, I'm talkin' bout He-Han, no lil' ThunderCats, huh
Wow, I've been down, the devil been on the prowl
He loves when I frown, make him and his demons smile
On me they dog-pile, I done got way too involved now
Hate when they play with me, told Jimmy playfully, "I'm finna burn this all down"
Bring all guns out, we goin' all out
We uppin' heat, enemies, gun 'em, fall down
Please, nigga, please, take a chill pill, calm down
With some niggas that be down to kill, kill and blackout
Wait (hey)
I just put some money on his head (money on his top)
I can't say his name, 'cause he gon' really get blicked (brrt, brrt)
I've been tryna numb all the pain, I've been holdin' it in since a jit, uh (yeah)
I mix the Rick, with the RAF, and the RAF with the Rick, uh (the RAF with the rick)
Remember first time, got stabbed in the heart as a kid, uh (hey)
It was that day I found out my friend was dead, uh (R.I.P.)
Same day, I jumped head first in the pit, bottle full of meds, uh (skrrt) (meds)
On my dead (on my dead), on my momma (momma)
These nigga play, I'm goin' Osama (Bin Laden)
I'm having trauma, spending my commas (I got trauma)
I been paying for the dead, I'm a sponsor (I pay for that)
Two Percocet's to the head, we been lookin', tryna hunt 'em (where he at?)
Popping drugs, it's makin' it worse (worse)
Put him in a hearse, ended the money, get killed on the 1st (walk)
Walkin' him down, he a demon, he cursed (walk down)
Pull out the wrist work, take off your bitch skirt
I do not fear anybody on earth (why?)
Watchin' my back, I'm alert
I got pills from the bitch, she a nurse (nurse)
I got water, do you wanna surf? (Do you wanna surf)
I'm on the edge, nigga don't push me
Poppin' the meds, it give me a cushion (let's go)
Everybody failed, I'm handing out blessings
Nobody scared, put switches on weapons (nobody)
All in my head, I'm thinking 'bout
Niggas try to X me, and cut me out (cut me out)
Feds did a sweep, when we jumpin' out? (Jumpin' out)
First, you get beat, then we stomp 'em out (let's go)
Taking the world
Diamonds for girls, I bought my momma some pearls
That's my world (momma)
I put my babies in Birkin's, like, "What was the purpose?," Cause them my girls (my babies)
F*ck around and put some money in the street
Wait, huh
I just put some money on his head
I can't say his name, 'cause he gon' really get blicked (brrt, brrt)
I've been tryna numb all the pain, I've been holdin' it in since a jit, uh (yeah)
I mix the Rick, with the RAF, and the RAF with the Rick, uh (the RAF with the rick)
Remember first time, got stabbed in the heart as a kid, uh (hey)
It was that day I found out my friend was dead, uh (R.I.P.)
Same day, I jumped head first in the pit, bottle full of meds, uh (meds)
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Leland Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Jeffrey
Watchu on Mike P? Watchu on? Shit
Money on me, hunnid on me (hunnid)
Money on me, (hunnid, hunnid)
Money on me, (ayy)
Hunnid on me (hunnid, hunnid)
(Woah, ayy, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon cool, I got goblins
F*ck with me, make you leak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous
I don't sip the lean, used to love codeine cause I love to dream
Now mix Henny with the Remy, 'cause I love to drink
And I don't love to think
Feel like I'm finna puke
Can't do it on the mink, me
Money on the way, what is the hold up, hold up
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't ever lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
He a bitch, nigga I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That's how that shit go, she do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole, like who want smoke
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
Money on me, hunnid on me (hunnid)
Money on me, (hunnid, hunnid)
Money on me, (ayy)
Hunnid on me (hunnid, hunnid)
(Woah, ayy, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon cool, I got goblins
F*ck with me, make you leak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous
I don't sip the lean, used to love codeine cause I love to dream
Now mix Henny with the Remy, 'cause I love to drink
And I don't love to think
Feel like I'm finna puke
Can't do it on the mink, me
Money on the way, what is the hold up, hold up
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't ever lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
He a bitch, nigga I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That's how that shit go, she do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole, like who want smoke
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nick Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Barbarian
Uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Sipping codeine, in love with the medicine (Uh-huh, yeah)
I need codeine, in love with the medicine (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma sip 'til I get an impediment (Yeah, yeah)
Ballin' hard, I think I need letterman (Oh-oh)
Uh-huh, uh (Let's go, let's go)
I need codeine, in love with the medicine (What else?)
I'ma sip 'til I get an impediment (What else?)
I'ma ball 'til they get me a letterman (What еlse?)
At the door, knockin' they bеtter let me in (What else?)
Scooby-Doo as a kid, I was meddling (What else?)
Kobe Bryant, the Rock, I was handlin' (What the f*ck else?)
I won't f*ck on a bitch if she scandalous (What the f*ck else?)
Tear this shit up, I'll show you what a vandal is (What the f*ck else?)
I'm a victim of father abandonment (On God)
As a bastard, I had to go get this shit (On God)
As a bastard, I glowed up, I'm rich as shit (On God)
Stunt on a goofy nigga, it's embarrassing (Yeah, yeah)
Hit new Lenox, I'm finna Burberry it (On God)
Fill a Louis bag with money, then bury it (On God)
Catch a body, bag it up and I bury it (On God)
Niggas is bitches, on they Tyler Perry shit (Yeah)
Gotta expose 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Shoot and reload it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh, grrah)
He a ho and he know it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
So I had to show 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Codeine, I'ma pour it, yeah, yeah, yeah (What else?)
With these words, I'm a poet, yeah, yeah, yeah (What else?)
With these words, I'm a poet, poet (Yeah)
F*ck all that talkin', let's do it (Yeah)
I don't drink beer, but I brew 'em (Yeah)
"Homina-homina," when I f*ck her
Good brain but she stupid (Yeah)
Raw dog with no rubber (Yeah)
My nigga say I'm f*ckin' her stupid (Yeah)
Guess I'm young and stupid (Yeah)
After I nut, make her shuffle like cupid (Yeah, what else?)
Or an iPod switchin' up music (Yeah, what else?)
I need codeine, in love with the medicine (What else?)
I'ma sip 'til I get an impediment (What else?)
I'ma ball 'til they get me a letterman (What else?)
At the door, knockin' they, better let me in (What else?)
Scooby-Doo as a kid, I was meddling (What else?)
Kobe Bryant, the Rock, I was handlin' (What the f*ck else?)
I won't f*ck on a bitch if she scandalous (What the f*ck else?)
Tear this shit up, I'll show you what a vandal is (What the f*ck else?)
I'm high off of them ground clouds, chasin' (For real)
These hoes go around clout chasin' (For real)
Perc' and Molly mixed got my heart racing (Yeah)
I don't think I'ma never come down from this (No, no, no, no)
She wanna f*ck with my team, she an animal (Yeah)
Won't eat her out even though I'm a cannibal (Yeah)
Her friend on the other hand, her friend is edible (Yeah)
I ate her out and the pussy taste incredible (Yeah)
Beat up the box like I'm Mr. Incredible (Yeah)
Or maybe Mike Tyson, I'm Mr. Impeccable (Ya' dig?)
I remember eating Ramen and Lunchables (Whew)
Now I throw Ruth Chris' away like it's Lunchables (Rich)
Magazine on the AK, it's bananas (Grrah)
I got it for niggas that don't mind their manners (Grrah)
Pull up in that Phantom, feel like Danny Phantom (Skrt)
My drip super radical, it'll dismantle you (Yeah)
She told me she wanna f*ck on a nigga (Uh)
Don't ride on something that you cannot handle (Uh)
Slurp this dick like soup, no Campbells (Uh)
After that, pour up a four of the Fanta (Lean)
Sipping codeine, in love with the medicine (Uh-huh, yeah)
I need codeine, in love with the medicine (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma sip 'til I get an impediment (Yeah, yeah)
Ballin' hard, I think I need letterman (Oh-oh)
Uh-huh, uh (Let's go, let's go)
I need codeine, in love with the medicine (What else?)
I'ma sip 'til I get an impediment (What else?)
I'ma ball 'til they get me a letterman (What еlse?)
At the door, knockin' they bеtter let me in (What else?)
Scooby-Doo as a kid, I was meddling (What else?)
Kobe Bryant, the Rock, I was handlin' (What the f*ck else?)
I won't f*ck on a bitch if she scandalous (What the f*ck else?)
Tear this shit up, I'll show you what a vandal is (What the f*ck else?)
I'm a victim of father abandonment (On God)
As a bastard, I had to go get this shit (On God)
As a bastard, I glowed up, I'm rich as shit (On God)
Stunt on a goofy nigga, it's embarrassing (Yeah, yeah)
Hit new Lenox, I'm finna Burberry it (On God)
Fill a Louis bag with money, then bury it (On God)
Catch a body, bag it up and I bury it (On God)
Niggas is bitches, on they Tyler Perry shit (Yeah)
Gotta expose 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Shoot and reload it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh, grrah)
He a ho and he know it, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
So I had to show 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Codeine, I'ma pour it, yeah, yeah, yeah (What else?)
With these words, I'm a poet, yeah, yeah, yeah (What else?)
With these words, I'm a poet, poet (Yeah)
F*ck all that talkin', let's do it (Yeah)
I don't drink beer, but I brew 'em (Yeah)
"Homina-homina," when I f*ck her
Good brain but she stupid (Yeah)
Raw dog with no rubber (Yeah)
My nigga say I'm f*ckin' her stupid (Yeah)
Guess I'm young and stupid (Yeah)
After I nut, make her shuffle like cupid (Yeah, what else?)
Or an iPod switchin' up music (Yeah, what else?)
I need codeine, in love with the medicine (What else?)
I'ma sip 'til I get an impediment (What else?)
I'ma ball 'til they get me a letterman (What else?)
At the door, knockin' they, better let me in (What else?)
Scooby-Doo as a kid, I was meddling (What else?)
Kobe Bryant, the Rock, I was handlin' (What the f*ck else?)
I won't f*ck on a bitch if she scandalous (What the f*ck else?)
Tear this shit up, I'll show you what a vandal is (What the f*ck else?)
I'm high off of them ground clouds, chasin' (For real)
These hoes go around clout chasin' (For real)
Perc' and Molly mixed got my heart racing (Yeah)
I don't think I'ma never come down from this (No, no, no, no)
She wanna f*ck with my team, she an animal (Yeah)
Won't eat her out even though I'm a cannibal (Yeah)
Her friend on the other hand, her friend is edible (Yeah)
I ate her out and the pussy taste incredible (Yeah)
Beat up the box like I'm Mr. Incredible (Yeah)
Or maybe Mike Tyson, I'm Mr. Impeccable (Ya' dig?)
I remember eating Ramen and Lunchables (Whew)
Now I throw Ruth Chris' away like it's Lunchables (Rich)
Magazine on the AK, it's bananas (Grrah)
I got it for niggas that don't mind their manners (Grrah)
Pull up in that Phantom, feel like Danny Phantom (Skrt)
My drip super radical, it'll dismantle you (Yeah)
She told me she wanna f*ck on a nigga (Uh)
Don't ride on something that you cannot handle (Uh)
Slurp this dick like soup, no Campbells (Uh)
After that, pour up a four of the Fanta (Lean)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Best Friend
[ Featuring Fall Out Boy ]
Darling, I was wondering if I can
Put a yellow diamond ring on your left hand, uh
Married to that money, he's my best man
You my lover, you my fighter, you my best friend
And we in it 'til the world ends
A understatement is me calling you my girlfriend
I am married to this money, he's my best man
You my lover, you my fighter, you my best friend
Balling like a Laker
I'm Kobe, and you on the sideline watching
And my ex still tryna cock block it
But she can't do shit but sit back and watch it
Do you get the logic?
If I could be honest, I knew it all along
Now my mind's filled with these love songs
In your heart is where I belong
You right all of my wrongs
I was wondering if I can
Put a yellow diamond ring on your left hand, uh
Married to that money, he's my best man
You my lover, you my fighter, you my best friend
And we in it 'til the world ends
A understatement is me calling you my girlfriend
I am married to this money, he's my best man
You my lover, you my fighter, you my best friend (best friend)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And while the world falls apart
Still driven on your broken heart
Trash and fire, falling down
As we slow dance
To that sound (to that sound), to that sound (to that sound)
And I did it all just because
To that sound (to that sound), to that sound (to that sound)
And I did it all for love, yeah
Darling, I was wondering if I can
Put a yellow diamond ring on your left hand, uh (on your left hand)
Married to that money, he's my best man
You my lover, you my fighter, you my best friend (she's my best friend, yeah)
And we in it 'til the world ends
A understatement is me calling you my girlfriend
I am married to this money, he's my best man
You my lover, you my fighter, you my best friend (best friend)
Writer: Andrew Watt, Benjamin Levin, Jarad Higgins, Magnus August Hoiberg, Patrick Stump, Pete Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Floor It
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Uh, oh-oh
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs before the record deal
Different colored pills, you know the deal, uh
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs way before the record deal (Uh)
I was fightin' love way before the record deal (Uh)
I ain't even spend no money from my record deal (Uh-huh)
It's a new day
A little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life tastes
I bet your ass get blocked, ayy
I bet she still in shock, ayy
I know she ain't forgot, ayy
And now I'm at the top with my forever love
It's kinda like forever drugs, I'm always high off her aura
It's Dior on her face, no makeup, you still at Sephora
These bitches wearin' all this makeup, that shit gettin' annoying and boring
I bet you when she take it off, she look like Michael Jordan
I bet you when her friend take it off, she look like Ben Gordon
On Instagram, she Beyoncé, in real life, she a Randy Orton
If I saw her on the street, I wouldn't slow up, I would floor it (Skrrt, skrrt), eugh
Yeah, I got a girl, but I'm speakin' on behalf of my bros
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, why they gotta pick ugly hoes?
Y'all supposed to be pretty, though?
If they knew it was catfish swimmin', they wouldn't fish in your city, ho
Get rid of these hoes, eugh
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs way before the record deal (Uh)
I was fightin' love way before the record deal (Uh)
I ain't even spend no money from my record deal (Uh-huh)
It's a new day
A little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life tastes
I bet your ass get blocked, ayy
I bet she still in shock, ayy
I know she ain't forgot, ayy
I been through a lot, check
I done learned a lot, check
Get high and forget, check
Then relax and plot, what's next?
Don't think I ain't noticed your ho wanna pull up to my spot
Chris and Sean ain't wanna f*ck, I told that bitch, "I think not" (Go home)
I make love to Ally, then I make love to my Glock, uh
I make love to Lotti, then we get up and go shop, uh
Buy her a pair of Gucci panties, just so I could make 'em drop, uh
Tour her through her Gucci crop top, now she need a crop top
Bae, let's have a conversation, my crotch, your twat
Hop in it, yeah, hop in it, yeah, hopscotch
She could only get three words out, ooh, "Oh my God"
She keep screamin', "Oh my God," baby girl, I'm not Allah (Nope)
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs way before the record deal (Uh)
I was fightin' love way before the record deal (Uh)
I ain't even spend no money from my record deal (Uh-huh)
It's a new day
A little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life tastes
I bet your ass get blocked, ayy
I bet she still in shock, ayy
I know she ain't forgot, ayy
Go home
Oh, oh
Uh, oh-oh
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs before the record deal
Different colored pills, you know the deal, uh
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs way before the record deal (Uh)
I was fightin' love way before the record deal (Uh)
I ain't even spend no money from my record deal (Uh-huh)
It's a new day
A little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life tastes
I bet your ass get blocked, ayy
I bet she still in shock, ayy
I know she ain't forgot, ayy
And now I'm at the top with my forever love
It's kinda like forever drugs, I'm always high off her aura
It's Dior on her face, no makeup, you still at Sephora
These bitches wearin' all this makeup, that shit gettin' annoying and boring
I bet you when she take it off, she look like Michael Jordan
I bet you when her friend take it off, she look like Ben Gordon
On Instagram, she Beyoncé, in real life, she a Randy Orton
If I saw her on the street, I wouldn't slow up, I would floor it (Skrrt, skrrt), eugh
Yeah, I got a girl, but I'm speakin' on behalf of my bros
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, why they gotta pick ugly hoes?
Y'all supposed to be pretty, though?
If they knew it was catfish swimmin', they wouldn't fish in your city, ho
Get rid of these hoes, eugh
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs way before the record deal (Uh)
I was fightin' love way before the record deal (Uh)
I ain't even spend no money from my record deal (Uh-huh)
It's a new day
A little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life tastes
I bet your ass get blocked, ayy
I bet she still in shock, ayy
I know she ain't forgot, ayy
I been through a lot, check
I done learned a lot, check
Get high and forget, check
Then relax and plot, what's next?
Don't think I ain't noticed your ho wanna pull up to my spot
Chris and Sean ain't wanna f*ck, I told that bitch, "I think not" (Go home)
I make love to Ally, then I make love to my Glock, uh
I make love to Lotti, then we get up and go shop, uh
Buy her a pair of Gucci panties, just so I could make 'em drop, uh
Tour her through her Gucci crop top, now she need a crop top
Bae, let's have a conversation, my crotch, your twat
Hop in it, yeah, hop in it, yeah, hopscotch
She could only get three words out, ooh, "Oh my God"
She keep screamin', "Oh my God," baby girl, I'm not Allah (Nope)
Different colored pills, you know the deal
I was doin' drugs way before the record deal (Uh)
I was fightin' love way before the record deal (Uh)
I ain't even spend no money from my record deal (Uh-huh)
It's a new day
A little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life tastes
I bet your ass get blocked, ayy
I bet she still in shock, ayy
I know she ain't forgot, ayy
Go home
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Masamune Kudo
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Oxycodone
Oxy
Oxycodone numbs my soul, makes me whole
Death melodies on my stereo
Holding onto my demons, but I gotta let go
Stay daydreaming, a nigga stay scheming
They thought that I was just dreaming, they ain't wanna believe me
Now the world hear me singing, heartbreak ring, yeah (yeah)
Doing my thing, yeah I'm doing my thing
Going through a few things
Anxiety tryna eat me alive
The oxycodone and codeine be keeping my soul alive
In it I baptize, the devil I entice
Creating my demise, time after time
Vibe after vibe, high after high
Run out of supply, feel like I'ma die
Look my demons in they eyes
Smile or cry, I will fight
Live, not die
Oxycodone numbs my soul, makes me whole
Death melodies on my stereo
Holding onto my demons, but I gotta let go
Stay daydreaming, a nigga stay scheming
They thought that I was just dreaming, they ain't wanna believe me
Now the world hear me singing, heartbreak ring, yeah (yeah)
Doing my thing, (oh-oh, oh) yeah I'm doing my thing
Going through a few things
I don't need a pen to express my thoughts
Just give me a few pills, and a mic, it's on
All this medicine, probably f*ckin' up chromosomes
Searching my symptoms, it's stressing out over Google Chrome
Too real, that's too real
Favorite color, let me guess, it's the blue pills (uh)
Lean got me spinning 'round, codeine ferris wheel
Been gettin' high since high school
Skipping class, like that Ferris Bueller kid
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh (My demons and angels)
Oxycodone numbs my soul, makes me whole
Death melodies on my stereo
Holding onto my demons, but I gotta let go
Stay daydreaming, a nigga stay scheming
They thought that I was just dreaming, they ain't wanna believe me
Now the world hear me singing, heartbreak ring, yeah (yeah)
Doing my thing, yeah I'm doing my thing
Going through a few things
Oxycodone numbs my soul, makes me whole
Death melodies on my stereo
Holding onto my demons, but I gotta let go
Stay daydreaming, a nigga stay scheming
They thought that I was just dreaming, they ain't wanna believe me
Now the world hear me singing, heartbreak ring, yeah (yeah)
Doing my thing, yeah I'm doing my thing
Going through a few things
Anxiety tryna eat me alive
The oxycodone and codeine be keeping my soul alive
In it I baptize, the devil I entice
Creating my demise, time after time
Vibe after vibe, high after high
Run out of supply, feel like I'ma die
Look my demons in they eyes
Smile or cry, I will fight
Live, not die
Oxycodone numbs my soul, makes me whole
Death melodies on my stereo
Holding onto my demons, but I gotta let go
Stay daydreaming, a nigga stay scheming
They thought that I was just dreaming, they ain't wanna believe me
Now the world hear me singing, heartbreak ring, yeah (yeah)
Doing my thing, (oh-oh, oh) yeah I'm doing my thing
Going through a few things
I don't need a pen to express my thoughts
Just give me a few pills, and a mic, it's on
All this medicine, probably f*ckin' up chromosomes
Searching my symptoms, it's stressing out over Google Chrome
Too real, that's too real
Favorite color, let me guess, it's the blue pills (uh)
Lean got me spinning 'round, codeine ferris wheel
Been gettin' high since high school
Skipping class, like that Ferris Bueller kid
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh (My demons and angels)
Oxycodone numbs my soul, makes me whole
Death melodies on my stereo
Holding onto my demons, but I gotta let go
Stay daydreaming, a nigga stay scheming
They thought that I was just dreaming, they ain't wanna believe me
Now the world hear me singing, heartbreak ring, yeah (yeah)
Doing my thing, yeah I'm doing my thing
Going through a few things
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nathaniel Caserta
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Spend It
(Zaytoven)
Spend
Spend it
Spend it
Yee-haw, I'ma spend it
Cha-ching, cha-chow, boy
What?
(Perc' Boy)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Her time involved (yeah, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Up early mornin' (get it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep at all (spend it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep involved (spend it, uh-huh)
I just spend it all (cha-ching, uh-huh)
Told her how I feel (get it, uh-huh)
Now I send her off (get it, uh-huh)
This ain't tee-ball (let's get it, uh-huh)
Big league, y'all (let's get it, uh-huh)
Ups and downs off the Percs, that's a seesaw (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, spend it)
I told her, "Howdy, come and ride it," she said, "Yee-haw" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get it, get it)
Benjamin Franklin go (cha-ching)
When I throw money on a ho (cha-ching)
Every day, I get to the dough (cha-ching)
What makes the world go around? (Cha-ching)
What makes the girls go down? (Cha-ching)
And spin like a merry-go-round (yeah)
I count to a bigger amount (yeah)
My pockets so deep that it's fish in that bitch, if I jump in that bitch, I'ma drown (yeah)
Me and Zaytoven just made a sound (yeah)
Me and Zaytoven just made a wave (yeah)
'Bout to throw it in a f*ck nigga face (ya dig?)
Don't give a f*ck what a f*ck nigga say (ya dig?)
Headshots if he in the way (ya dig?)
I put that on my kids (ya dig?)
I prayed for nights like this (ayy)
Shorty wanna make my day (yeah)
Just give me, give me face (yeah)
F*ck nigga get in my way (what happened?)
The semi', semi' sprayed (yeah)
Every day, I make plays (run it)
I'm tryna make a way (ya dig?)
Jack knife on the AK (gunnin')
Shoot and cut away (yeah, brrah)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Her time involved (yeah, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Up early mornin' (get it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep at all (spend it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep involved (spend it, uh-huh)
I just spend it all (cha-ching, uh-huh)
Told her how I feel (get it, uh-huh)
Now I send her off (get it, uh-huh)
This ain't tee-ball (let's get it, uh-huh)
Big league, y'all (let's get it, uh-huh)
Ups and downs off the Percs, that's a seesaw (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, spend it)
I told her, "Howdy, come and ride it," she said, "Yee-haw" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get it, get it)
Zaytoven
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Make some noise right now
For Juice WRLD
Ayy, I wanna say thank you and I love you to all my f*ckin' supporters out there
You can do anything you put your f*ckin mind to
Don't let anyone tell you no f*ckin' different man
This is your world, you control your life
You can do whatever the f*ck you wanna do
Whether you wanna be a rapper, basketball player, doctor, lawyer
Whatever the f*ck you wanna do just get up and go do it
If anybody got something negative to say just pull 'em to the side and be like
"Suck my dick, bitch!"
Spend
Spend it
Spend it
Yee-haw, I'ma spend it
Cha-ching, cha-chow, boy
What?
(Perc' Boy)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Her time involved (yeah, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Up early mornin' (get it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep at all (spend it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep involved (spend it, uh-huh)
I just spend it all (cha-ching, uh-huh)
Told her how I feel (get it, uh-huh)
Now I send her off (get it, uh-huh)
This ain't tee-ball (let's get it, uh-huh)
Big league, y'all (let's get it, uh-huh)
Ups and downs off the Percs, that's a seesaw (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, spend it)
I told her, "Howdy, come and ride it," she said, "Yee-haw" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get it, get it)
Benjamin Franklin go (cha-ching)
When I throw money on a ho (cha-ching)
Every day, I get to the dough (cha-ching)
What makes the world go around? (Cha-ching)
What makes the girls go down? (Cha-ching)
And spin like a merry-go-round (yeah)
I count to a bigger amount (yeah)
My pockets so deep that it's fish in that bitch, if I jump in that bitch, I'ma drown (yeah)
Me and Zaytoven just made a sound (yeah)
Me and Zaytoven just made a wave (yeah)
'Bout to throw it in a f*ck nigga face (ya dig?)
Don't give a f*ck what a f*ck nigga say (ya dig?)
Headshots if he in the way (ya dig?)
I put that on my kids (ya dig?)
I prayed for nights like this (ayy)
Shorty wanna make my day (yeah)
Just give me, give me face (yeah)
F*ck nigga get in my way (what happened?)
The semi', semi' sprayed (yeah)
Every day, I make plays (run it)
I'm tryna make a way (ya dig?)
Jack knife on the AK (gunnin')
Shoot and cut away (yeah, brrah)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Her time involved (yeah, uh-huh)
I'd spend it all (spend it, uh-huh)
Up early mornin' (get it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep at all (spend it, uh-huh)
Ain't no sleep involved (spend it, uh-huh)
I just spend it all (cha-ching, uh-huh)
Told her how I feel (get it, uh-huh)
Now I send her off (get it, uh-huh)
This ain't tee-ball (let's get it, uh-huh)
Big league, y'all (let's get it, uh-huh)
Ups and downs off the Percs, that's a seesaw (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, spend it)
I told her, "Howdy, come and ride it," she said, "Yee-haw" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get it, get it)
Zaytoven
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Cha-ching, cha-ching
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Make some noise right now
For Juice WRLD
Ayy, I wanna say thank you and I love you to all my f*ckin' supporters out there
You can do anything you put your f*ckin mind to
Don't let anyone tell you no f*ckin' different man
This is your world, you control your life
You can do whatever the f*ck you wanna do
Whether you wanna be a rapper, basketball player, doctor, lawyer
Whatever the f*ck you wanna do just get up and go do it
If anybody got something negative to say just pull 'em to the side and be like
"Suck my dick, bitch!"
Writer: Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
The Party Never Ends is the fifth and final studio album by American rapper and singer Juice Wrld. It was released through Grade A Productions and Interscope Records on November 29, 2024. The album contains guest appearances from Nicki Minaj, Benny Blanco, Eminem, the Kid Laroi, Offset, and Fall Out Boy.
In July 2021, Juice Wrld's manager, Lil Bibby, revealed the title of the album and shared what his plan with it would be. On February 4, 2023, his estate announced that the album was in active development. After teasing the album's release, the lead single of the album, "Lace It", a collaboration with American rapper Eminem and American record producer Benny Blanco, was released on December 16, 2023. A two-track extended play, The Pre-Party, was released as a precursor to the album on September 9, 2024. The second and final single of the album, "AGATS2 (Insecure)", a collaboration with Trinidadian rapper Nicki Minaj, was released on November 15, 2024.
The cover art of the album, which was designed by Japanese contemporary artist Takashi Murakami, was revealed on November 21, 2024. Juice Wrld's estate collaborated with Epic Games to include a character skin of Juice Wrld in Fortnite Battle Royale. At the end of Chapter 2 Remix of Fortnite Battle Royale, on November 30, 2024, a virtual concert was held in tribute to Juice Wrld.
The Party Never Ends debutes at number four on the US Billboard 200, with 86,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, including 123.43 million on-demand streams of the songs, and 2,000 in album sales.
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Juice WrldIn July 2021, Juice Wrld's manager, Lil Bibby, revealed the title of the album and shared what his plan with it would be. On February 4, 2023, his estate announced that the album was in active development. After teasing the album's release, the lead single of the album, "Lace It", a collaboration with American rapper Eminem and American record producer Benny Blanco, was released on December 16, 2023. A two-track extended play, The Pre-Party, was released as a precursor to the album on September 9, 2024. The second and final single of the album, "AGATS2 (Insecure)", a collaboration with Trinidadian rapper Nicki Minaj, was released on November 15, 2024.
The cover art of the album, which was designed by Japanese contemporary artist Takashi Murakami, was revealed on November 21, 2024. Juice Wrld's estate collaborated with Epic Games to include a character skin of Juice Wrld in Fortnite Battle Royale. At the end of Chapter 2 Remix of Fortnite Battle Royale, on November 30, 2024, a virtual concert was held in tribute to Juice Wrld.
The Party Never Ends debutes at number four on the US Billboard 200, with 86,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, including 123.43 million on-demand streams of the songs, and 2,000 in album sales.
Featuring: Nicki Minaj, Benny Blanco, Eminem, the Kid Laroi, Offset, Fall Out Boy
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): Andrew Watt, Benny Blanco, Blake Slatkin, Boi-1da, Cashmere Cat, Charlie Handsome, DT, Happy Perez, Louis Bell, Metro Boomin, Nick Mira, Purps on the Beat, Rex Kudo, SoundBy8, Tommy Brown, Zaytoven
Length: 54:24
Released: November 29th, 2024
Year: 2024