juice wrld - shit talk lyrics
[intro]
disco, uh huh, yeah
i go so, hard, god d-mn
[hook: juice wrld]
i go so hard, i go so hard
i’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
we don’t say sh-t at all we don’t like that sh-t talk
ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off
i sip wockhardt with the moonrock
in that bentley truck, yes i feel exotic
your sh-t ain’t there yet, put some drip on it
i’ll take your whole check, and then i sh-t on it
[verse 1: juice wrld]
rollie white as f-ck like i just put a brick on it
your rollie fake as f-ck boy you can hear the tick on it
the way she sucked me up i thought it was a tick on me
i get the money than i split it with my big homies
you show your man off that n-gga ain’t got sh-t on me
my clothing like my state of mind, i got revenge on me
f&n on me, that’s a sick homie
not big enough my sh-t will smoke you like a cig homie
i bought a couple gucci coats cause it’s a cold world
i dropped the pill in the lean watch it fizz on me
ain’t enough love for me in the whole world
my apologies, my heart be getting big on me
[hook: juice wrld]
i go so hard, i go so hard
i’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
we don’t say sh-t at all we don’t like that sh-t talk
ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off
i sip wockhardt with the moonrock
in that bentley truck, yes i feel exotic
your sh-t ain’t there yet, put some drip on it
i’ll take your whole check, and then i sh-t on it
[verse 2: juice wrld]
sip so much everyone think i’m gon’ die on em’
i put my heart into this sh-t like i just cried on it
my brother flippin’ in his grave, there’s n-ggas lyin’ on him
his homies wasn’t ever my homies
n-ggas get to shootin’ like they prigioni
i get lean straight from houston, that’s the whitney on me
you see that bag round my neck, that’s the semi on me
if i got a backpack it’s probably cause it’s a t-tty on it
i spent ten-racks all on shoes, h-lla kicks on me
it make me feel some type of way, like my name rich homie
new balenciaga’s on me i bought two pairs
they ain’t runners but you n-ggas know i’m still runnin’
[hook: juice wrld]
i go so hard, i go so hard
i’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
we don’t say sh-t at all we don’t like that sh-t talk
ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off
i sip wockhardt with the moonrock
in that bentley truck, yes i feel exotic
your sh-t ain’t there yet, put some drip on it
i’ll take your whole check, and then i sh-t on it
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