Juice WRLD - Big lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Big lyrics]
Hmm, uh huh (Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of
These hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for
A couple seconds, man, shit
Fuck nigga uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah
I just had to relapse even at my worst
I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to
Myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec
Kel Tec shoot you in your stomach
Make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix
In the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand
Get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain
In my new estate i got that pump
It's ironic how that pump made
Him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump but I got double
Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain
Like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like
"Burr" why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How
Do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin' some kids
Yeah i do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club
How did you get in here?
Fuck is you doin' here? Why
Is you shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand up and hit it
From the back I'ma still get laid
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me
She get slayed
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh
(Let's get it) chicago shit, Chicago nigga
Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch
Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent
Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints, pull
Up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit
Only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man
I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in man, I don't forget shit
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah
I just had to relapse even at my worst
I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Meta World Peace to
Myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec
Kel Tec shoot you in your stomach
Make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix
In the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of
These hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for
A couple seconds, man, shit
Fuck nigga uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah
I just had to relapse even at my worst
I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to
Myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec
Kel Tec shoot you in your stomach
Make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix
In the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand
Get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain
In my new estate i got that pump
It's ironic how that pump made
Him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump but I got double
Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain
Like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like
"Burr" why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How
Do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin' some kids
Yeah i do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go)
She saw me in the club
How did you get in here?
Fuck is you doin' here? Why
Is you shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand up and hit it
From the back I'ma still get laid
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me
She get slayed
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh
(Let's get it) chicago shit, Chicago nigga
Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch
Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent
Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints, pull
Up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit
Only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man
I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in man, I don't forget shit
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah
I just had to relapse even at my worst
I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Meta World Peace to
Myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec
Kel Tec shoot you in your stomach
Make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix
In the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah