Juice WRLD — Yeah Yeah Yeaaah V2

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Had to get this shit now 'Cause there ain't no waiting Had to get this shit now [Verse] Had to get this shit now cause there ain't no waiting Had to fuck the bank twice ain't no masturbating I've been ballin' super hard I feel like Jeremy Lin Fuck that bitch then I let her go I know she waiting Fuck that bitch then I give her back her boyfriend hatin' Slow my life down with them xannies, bitch I'm in The Matrix Rollin' up a blunt up, this OG gas and 'Ima face it Yeah, ayy Yeah, I go through these phases It's amazing This bitch drive me crazy Like Mercedеs Crash the Mercedеs Smash your lady On the daily Fuck nigga don't play with me Fuck nigga I play for keeps On the scene I spray then leave These niggas won't let me be These niggas won't let me breathe Run up on me I make him bleed Choppa up on me it make him leave New gun Ima cock it back Put that teach like in cat Click clack fuck nigga get back Probably brown ima spit that crack Get the fuck out of my trap You ain't welcome in my trap Real niggas up in my trap Shrill niggas up in my trap We don't know how to act Lately I've been pouring up Act' Bad bitch get hit from the back After that, may give her a stack I ain't paying for pussy no cat I ain't paying for pussy no cat But you still wanna come get that You wanna know where my new crib at Fuck nigga you better fall back Cause the gun in your head fall back Got a gun on my hip fall back Got a gun on my hip fall back Got a choppa in the truck fall back If we deep we jump fall back Put a bullet hole in your ballcap You know I don't fuck with all that Nigga don't talk like do rag On the top like a new do rag I'ma fucked your bitch do that I'ma leave her in the past I'ma count up all my cash I'ma get right in my bag I know these niggas mad Cause all I do is brag I don't look at the tag That .40 on me get tagged That .40 on me get dragged These niggas not straight they fag You know I get money I rag Rack up, rack up that rag Run up on me you get hit get clapped Run that shit like a lab So percy my relapse I run it like a lab The police on my ass I get ghost up in that ghost (Huh) Yeah I do the most, brag up on them then I boast Pop a bottle, pop a model Same thing in my eyes Run up on me, .40 on me Leave you traumatized [Verse 2] My gun got a silence You know you ain't I bitch Run up you gon' die bitch Got a .45 bitch Or the 9 bitch You know you ain't my bitch (Yeah) You ain't my bitch You know you ain't my bitch You's a sidekick You know you ain't my bitch You's a psychic You know you ain't my bitch You's a psych Psych You a sidekick Sike I still make her ride it like a bike Run up on me then u gonna die Put that on my life Put dick in your wife Yeah, hell, yeah Fuckin' right, hell yeah Fuckin' right, hell yeah Yeah Bitch I'm booted, bitch I'm zooted and you know Probably run up on 'em them I let it go I was runnin' through the six with the woes .40 in him with the, woah Money Machine Gang Money Machine Gang, Xanny Lean gang Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang She do the whole gang that's a team thang Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang I feel like a boss, bitch you fired you layed off I'ma killer at heart, bitch I feel like I made off In the cut my AK on me gon' let if off Don't believe me, try me yeah yeah yeah get it off (Ayy) Catch a body gang that's what we about Off the molly gang at yo' bitch house Got the whole gang at yo' bitch house Did our whole thang at yo' bitch house Yeah I'm back out Got locked up for selling at the crack house Skate up on a nigga had to blackout Mask out, fuck em' mag out fuck em up He on my phone he ordered to fuck me up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) So we had to fuck 'em up (Ayy, yeah) Ayy, G Money in the cut Countin' money up (Ayy, ayy) I'ma take the percy ease the pain I'ma buy a perc, today 60, through CashApp Send that shit his way Plug pull up Rugers tuck Shoot 'em up, shoot shoot 'em up Shoot shoot 'em up Yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't getting high bitch, I don't care Touch the sky bitch you not I bitch [?] Woah-oh-oh My gun got a silence (Mhm-m) You know you ain't I bitch I'm black on 'em Woah-oh-oh What's brackin' Uh, huh huh huh I know niggas lacking (Uh, huh, huh) I ain't ever ever lacking (Huh, huh, huh) .40 on me and it's smacking (Uh, huh, huh) Told you I ain't with the lacking (Uh, huh, huh) Yeah I be pistol packing (Yuh, huh, huh) If I don't got it my brother got one (Huh) Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts Ayy, wait Better get yo' money up Ayy, yeah I been on the money hunt Ayy, yeah On yo' spot I shoot it up Ayy Ain't no templing I boot it up One second it's leave me 'lone Then I don't wanna be alone Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone But I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be there alone I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be here alone I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be if she can't be with me, I won't be If she can't see with me, I won't see (Yeah) She's what I need (Yeah) Like pills in Irene (Yeah) Mix that with the lean, that promethazine Make my sprite bleed (Uh) Make my sprite bleed (Uh) Make yo' gang bleed (Uh, yeah, ay) I fell in love with the paper then the guap came Fuck the bank till' the guap came I fell in love with that bitch she love cocaine Too bad, we don't love the same things I fell in love with the money then the guap came Yeah, fuck the blunt till the guap came I fell in love with the pussy yeah she love cocaine Too bad, we don't like the same things Uhh- yeah yeah Huh-huh, yeah, huh, yeah [Outro] Keep it 'sup, yeah uh You can't keep up with us I remember they was dissin' us The same hoes down to fuck (Yeah) I don't like parties but I still go Balenciaga runners look like steel toes (Ho-ho-oh) [?] Hate on me Bitch I'm out of yo' reach Out of yo' reach Money on me .40 on me Fuckin on me Uh, woah-oh Woah-oh oh