Juice WRLD — Big Swag Full Studio Session

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Yeah-yeah On that bitch, drip (Drip), on that bitch, ball (Ball) In the studio (Yeah), had to turn my phone off (Off) Workin' for a new car (Skrrt, skrrt), I'ma hit a burnout (Skrrrt) Just to make these niggas mad, yeah, I go all out (Ya dig?) [Chorus] On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah) Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah) On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah) On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah) On that bitch [Post-Chorus] Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check [Verse 1] Fallin', all my shots be fallin' (They be fallin') Like Spalding, the way a young nigga be ballin', yeah (I be ballin') Love Dior so much, fuck a price tag (Rich) I need everything on the shoe rack (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Richer than a bitch, I can't go back (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wavy nigga, fuck a durag And fuck yo' crew, yeah I heard they scared to shoot, yeah (Ya dig?) And I heard they all be on the same shit Hatin' the basic, lookin' at the money they ain't makin' (Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig?) Sauce on 'em, drip on 'em, ball on 'em, yeah Sauce on 'em, drip on 'em, ball on 'em, yeah [Chorus] On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah) Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah) On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah) On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah) On that bitch [Post-Chorus] Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check [Verse 2] Damn, would you look at the time (Tick tock) The whole wide world is feelin' the vibe (Ya dig?) Sit down, buckle up, it's a long ride (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) This a spaceship, all hands inside (Skrrt) Zoom (Out here), past the hate In the room (In the room), gravitate From your doom (From your doom), to a new day (To a new) I pour you up some lean with some D'ussé (Pour you up a few) Not a role model, I just know how it go (Know how it go) Do this for the kids, yeah, the fans at my shows (Fans at my shows) If she don't love you, let her go, he a hater, let him know (Let him know) Then throw them hundreds in the air and turn up the stereo (Rich, rich, rich) [Chorus] On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah) Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah) On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah) On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah) On that bitch [Post-Chorus] Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check [Verse 3] Yeah, I need a full red Run up on me, you dead You get this shot in the head Bitch, I don't fuck with feds I'm tryna fuck, yeah Tell that bitch open her legs I do not fuck with feds Take this gun to the head Designer my clothes, yeah Designer my drugs, yeah Designer my hoes, yeah Xanny, Perc', yeah Xanny, Percocet, it feel perfect, yeah Dumpin' on yo' set, nigga, fuck it I'm with all the fuck shit, so high, I can't function, yeah I pop pills 'til I fuck up my stomach, yeah Give her pipes 'til she call me a plumber, yeah He go dumb on that shit, I go dumber, yeah Run up on me, that .40's a dumper, yeah I'm a dog with this shit, yes, I hump her, yeah I go shoot, bitch, like Iman, no Shumpert, yeah I pop Xans, I do Percs, that's for comfort, yeah Run up on me, then you better take cover, yeah .40 on me, get to shootin', get to bussin', yeah Sick of niggas, started takin' Robitussin, yeah Ain't with fightin', ain't with fussin', ain't with tusslin', yeah Run up on me, chopper causin' an eruption, yeah Huh, clip up in my pants like an erection, yeah Freestyle, boy, this shit look like perfection, yeah Got my hand on my money and my weapon, yeah I got first to you, that bitch sloppy seconds, yeah Huh, money, pussy, power, that's a preference, yeah Open up like a Christmas present, yeah I'm a king, you's a goddamn peasant, yeah Run up on me, .40 teach you a lesson, yeah Huh, you ain't gettin' money, get to steppin', yeah Huh, never in my life have I felt threatened, yeah Huh, pop pills and the pain lessens But, I don't learn lessons, yeah (Ha, ha, ayy) Pull up on the scenes, just me and my weapon, yeah Huh, made another day, it's a blessing, yeah Huh, let's go on a date up in heaven [Chorus] On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah) Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah) On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah) On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah) On that bitch [Post-Chorus] Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check [Verse 4] Bro said he'll be off the drugs in the field I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal If a nigga in our way, he get killed Huh, that's for real, huh, that's for real Fuck how you feel It's all about the dollar bills If I get locked up, no I won't squeal, uh, that's for real I don't remember what happened anyway, I was off of the pills, for real Yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa on me, big dog You want beef, then a nina get you steak sauce Pockets fat, no diet, bitch, Rick Ross R. Kelly with these hoes, they be pissed off, yeah Sippin' on the crystal VVS up in my wrist just like some crystals, huh Ballin' hard like Chris Paul You nigga funny to me like Chris Rock (Chris Rock, Chris Rock) Bullets sharp, then a bitch like, "En garde," ha, ha Break yo' back then yo' heart, yeah Huh, nina in the truck, I'm gon' spark it Roll that weed up and spark it Two hits, then I'm dancin' with them Martians Yeah, like Marvin, huh, ayy Look, I'm the chief, I'm the sergeant, yeah, ayy Only one of me, fuck a squadron I feel like Future, Hendrix I'm honest I'm just bein' honest, purple passion Hit from the back, damn, then she backspin Why you cappin'? I know redcoats Like what's brackin'? That's on God, I go hard Put that on my squad, .40 on me, bodyguard He'll tear you apart, you get stomped right in the yard Tear your mans apart, I don't know why he start Dread my head just like I'm Coolio Ballin' like I'm Rubio Catch me in the newest whip fuckin' on the newest ho Ballin' out like Kobe, oh Huh, make the gun sing, that bitch look like OVO [Chorus] On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah) Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah) On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah) On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah) On that bitch [Post-Chorus] Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check [Verse 5] Put that knife around my heart, .40 with a dart I'll tear yo' ass apart, put that on the gang Yeah, I put that on the squad, I put that on God I put that on God, I'ma get rich, yeah Every goddamn, goin' down, goin' hard Huh, pull your card Huh, .40 on me, I don't need no bodyguard Huh, fuck that second place shit, I'm takin' charge, huh Yeah, you'll get stomped like the yard, that's on God, on Allah, huh Yeah, on my gang, on my squad, oh my God, I go hard, ha, yeah, ayy That's just how it is, that's just how we are (That's just how we are, just how we are) That's on God, oh my God Yeah, I go hard, yeah, that's on God Yeah, I take charge, yeah, I'ma fuck yo' bitch up in my front yard Yeah, doin' Percs up in my front yard Yeah, oh ménage, yeah, ménage à trois Yeah, she drop her top, yeah, to give me top Yeah, that's on God, huh Yeah, yeah, baby, that's on God, huh Yeah, yeah, I cannot deny I'm so different, I ain't like those other guys You should listen, to all of they other cries They not like I, huh, ayy, they fake niggas up in this bitch [Chorus] On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah) Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah) On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah) On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah) On that bitch [Post-Chorus] Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin' Young rich nigga run up a check [Outro] You know how it goes Fans at my shows Let him know Ya dig?