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Juice WRLD – Out My Body Lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
I’m too official
Ayy Herb
I’m too official

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’m smokin’ on Chronic, out my body
Thumbin’ through a check, wildin’
Get in the way, you get wrecked
Put away money and burn all the rest
Up for days, I ain’t get no rest
It’s just me and this Kel-Tec
Back in the day, Trueys and J’s
Criminal ways, droppin’ them sets

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Mmw, mm, mm
They don’t got no choice but to respect it
If they don’t then I’m gon’ teach they ass a lesson
We can fight or I can go get the Smith & Wesson, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Terry Crews, me and my crew, we woke up flexin’
One hundred in cash, I don’t do no credit or debit
On yo’ ass, bro, aimin’ steady-eady, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I don’t got no heart, feel like Belly, uh
I take a piss on my enemies, I’m young R. Kelly, uh
I take a shit on my enemies, they broke and smelly, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
NLMB one-fifty, bitch, know we war ready, uh

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Before rap, nigga, been war ready
On the block, Glock 2-3 on my pallet
I was tryna move, like [?] off [?]
I ain’t never want no two, I’ma sell it
War was in-evident
We did it better than niggas ahead of us
Ain’t leave no evidence
You is irrelevant
Shots goin’ off in the hood
Niggas steppin’ up, you wasn’t never there
[?] thirty shots out my [?]
Coke in the esse’s trap, I left my sweater there
Mama sent me to my uncle when I was broke
Went back to Essex ’cause I like it better there, uh
I was a troubled teen
Kept two cups, was a double fiend
Tote this pipe to protect myself
But a nigga disrespect, that’s another thing
Fuck nigga a snake, I don’t trust a thing
Only did shit my brother seen
AR shots like thunder singing
EBK, what the fuckin’ meaning?

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’m smokin’ on Chronic, out my body
Thumbin’ through a check, wildin’
Get in the way, you get wrecked
Put away money and burn all the rest
Up for days, I ain’t get no rest
It’s just me and this Kel-Tec
Back in the day, Trueys and J’s
Criminal ways, droppin’ them sets
I’m smokin’ on Chronic, out my body
Thumbin’ through a check, wildin’
Get in the way, you get wrecked
Put away money and burn all the rest
Up for days, I ain’t get no rest
It’s just me and this Kel-Tec
Back in the day, Trueys and J’s
Criminal ways, droppin’ them sets

NLE Choppa – Double Bacc Lyrics

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[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
We took a finger off that bitch for all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain’t double back
Nigga, blatt

[Verse 1]
He callin’ me off the bitch phone, he tryna see just where I’m at
I’m posted at the crib, I got the 308, it’s in my bag
Go outside with this chopper, see a car, then I’ma air it
Bitch, I’m a baby Loc, I never show no fear ’cause I ain’t scared
And I’ma have his mama somewhere crying, singing sad songs (Singing sad songs, song)
Put a price up on his head, his toe, I want a tag on it (I put a tag on it)
Me and Tevo might go kill a nigga, then go brag on it (Then go brag on it)
Up the prices, I’ma go and kill him, spend your last on it
Voicin’ your opinion, but nobody’s understanding you (Understanding you)
Standin’ ten toes on my own like a man would do (Like a man would do)
When she pop a molly, she eat it up like a vegetable (Just like a vegetable)
Ride this dick like Harley, she all in, she grip my testicles (She grip my testicles)
Never say I’m sorry, I say what I meant, I tell the truth (I tell the truth)
NLE the army, got troops that gon’ shoot, you front your move (Front your move)
My daughter on the way, but I told Blasian have my son, though
I’m shadowed by my past, I just want the sun to shine on me

[Chorus]
We took a finger off that bitch for all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain’t double back
Nigga, blatt

[Verse 2]
Ayy let me talk that rich talk, you know I pop my shit (Pop my shit, nigga)
Fuck the murder talk, let’s talk about the shit I spit (The shit I spit)
Pay for a body and a Sprinter and I don’t pay rent
And fuck them niggas shot it up, tell ’em come do it while I’m in it (Pussy)
Me and my niggas walkin’ up, we walk ’em down how we livin’ (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Bitch you just gotta say it’s up, we leave ’em drownin’ in pity (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
We ain’t toleratin’ dissin’, we gon’ kill ‘cross the city (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
And we ain’t cappin’ when we rappin’, we gon’ make sure they feel it
We ain’t runnin’ from no nigga ‘less they one-time (Unless they one-time)
I leave my phone at the crib when it’s crunch time (When it’s crunch time)
Extended clip, long on it like a lunch line (Just like a lunch line)
It’s fifty in this AR, nigga, we a drumline (Ayy, we a drumline)
Ayy, bitch, I’m blowin’ exotic, but I ain’t chillin’ with Joe (I ain’t chillin’ with Joe)
Your Tiger King get took over and my lions turned poor (And my lions turned poor)
This chopper leave him unbalanced if he don’t stick to the role (He don’t stick to the role)
You know we kill ’em in silence, I swear nobody gon’ know (Grrt, grrt, ayy)

[Chorus]
We took a finger off that bitch for all that typing and shit (All that typing and shit)
My baby mama trippin’, you know she be toxic as shit (She be toxic as shit)
I see ’em hating in my comments, tell ’em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
And for them niggas did me dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped, why you ain’t shoot back? (Why you ain’t shoot back?)
I’m EBK for real, any nigga play get blew back (Get blew back)
They know this shit is serious, they tuckin’ tails, we at they hat (We at they hat)
We could have got the other one, but my nigga ain’t double back
Nigga, blatt

[Outro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
NLE the Top Shotta, woah, woah