Juice WRLD

Producer: Southside

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Smoking cookie crisp, huh, stupid bitch
Uh, uh
Oof, uh

[Verse 1]
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, nigga no dyke
Doing drive-bys at night, nigga no lights
Hating on me? Fuck nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life
Slow down on the Percs something don't feel right
Hi-tech red, that shit slime real right
I freestyle, this shit they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, nigga no Bud Light
He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice
I’ma keep going no time for a hook
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook
Yo bitch get picked up, then I get licked up
We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, shit real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I’ll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I’ll slay
I’ma test out my new gun like yeah
Spent two bands, gave my bitch red hair
Pull up on a fuck nigga, he right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared
Uh, huh

[Pre-Chorus]
Ah (Ah), Ah (Ah)

[Chorus]
She look at me like I’m a young god
Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard, you ain’t here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

[Verse 2]
Run up the money and ran out of fears
Codeine cups we having cheers
What's her name all on my phone
I haven’t talked to this bitch in some years
Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in
They want Givenchy the way that I got it
Nigga, how much are you willing to spend, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Talk my shit and back it
Rockstar from the trap
Run from the cops in my Rafs, yeah
Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah
I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush
Maybe Hi-C, maybe a Faygo
Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these fuck niggas halos

[Bridge]
Oh, oh
I'ma let it breathe, breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, fuck the police
They won't let none of my niggas home, home
Oh, oh
I'ma let it breathe, breathe, let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, fuck the police

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, oh, I'ma let it breathe, breathe, let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, fuck the police

[Pre-Chorus]
Ah (Ah), Ah (Ah)

[Chorus]
She look at me like I’m a young god
Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard, you ain’t here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

Jarad Anthony Higgins (December 2, 1998 – December 8, 2019), popularly known as Juice WRLD and originally JuiceTheKidd, was an American rapper from Calumet Park, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago. Juice was first signed to Internet Money Records then subsequently signed to Interscope in March 2018. His main and closest producers were Nick Mira and SIDEPCE (who is now known as DT).

In an interview with Mass Appeal, Juice WRLD explained how he came up with his stage

I had the haircut, like the ‘Juice’ cut Tupac had in the movie.

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