Juice WRLD - Days Going By lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Days Going By lyrics]
Smokin' cookie crisp, huh, stupid bitch
Let my girlfriend hold the strap nigga
No dike
Doin drive-bys at night, nigga no lights
Hatin on me, fuck nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas thats locked up for life
Slowed down on the percs something
Don't feel right
Hi Tech red that shit slime real right
I free-style that shit they will write
He on the corner, stop at the redlight
Talkin drunk, nigga no budlight
He on the gram flexin with fake dice
I'mma keep going no time for a hook
They stealin the drip, no time for a crook
Your bitch get picked up, then
I get licked up, we in a?
Movin to cali, LA to Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister
She real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods I'll pay
Someone talk down on my name I'll slay
Imma test out my new gun like yeah
Spend two bands get my bitch red hair
Pull on up a fuck nigga yeah right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now
We ain't never cared
Uhh, uhhh, she look at me like im a young god
Allah, thank god
Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard
You ain't here then we in your bro yard
Make it clear, pulling in the front lawn
We know you here, ay ayy ayy
Turn your coat red, paul revere
Run up the money and run out of fears
Codeine cups we having cheers
Whats her name all on my phone
I haven't talked to this bitch in some years
Yeah they all write back when
The money comin in
They want givenchi the way i got it, nigga
How much are you willin to spend, yea
Talk my shit and back it
Rockstar from the trap, yeah
Run from the cops in my raf, yeah
They gon feel my wrath, yeah
Im pouring up into a sprite
Or crush, maybe a hi-c, maybe a faygo
Call it ironic
Cause all my demons be ready to get
Some of these fuck niggas halos
Woah, imma let it breathe
Breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, eazy e
Fuck the police
They won't let none of my niggas home
Woah, imma let it breathe
Breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, eazy e
Fuck the police
Uhh, uhhh, she look at me like im a young god
Allah, thank god
Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard
You ain't here then we in your bro yard
Make it clear, pulling in the front lawn
We know you here, ay ayy ayy
Turn your coat red, ayy ayy ayy, paul revere
Let my girlfriend hold the strap nigga
No dike
Doin drive-bys at night, nigga no lights
Hatin on me, fuck nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas thats locked up for life
Slowed down on the percs something
Don't feel right
Hi Tech red that shit slime real right
I free-style that shit they will write
He on the corner, stop at the redlight
Talkin drunk, nigga no budlight
He on the gram flexin with fake dice
I'mma keep going no time for a hook
They stealin the drip, no time for a crook
Your bitch get picked up, then
I get licked up, we in a?
Movin to cali, LA to Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister
She real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods I'll pay
Someone talk down on my name I'll slay
Imma test out my new gun like yeah
Spend two bands get my bitch red hair
Pull on up a fuck nigga yeah right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now
We ain't never cared
Uhh, uhhh, she look at me like im a young god
Allah, thank god
Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard
You ain't here then we in your bro yard
Make it clear, pulling in the front lawn
We know you here, ay ayy ayy
Turn your coat red, paul revere
Run up the money and run out of fears
Codeine cups we having cheers
Whats her name all on my phone
I haven't talked to this bitch in some years
Yeah they all write back when
The money comin in
They want givenchi the way i got it, nigga
How much are you willin to spend, yea
Talk my shit and back it
Rockstar from the trap, yeah
Run from the cops in my raf, yeah
They gon feel my wrath, yeah
Im pouring up into a sprite
Or crush, maybe a hi-c, maybe a faygo
Call it ironic
Cause all my demons be ready to get
Some of these fuck niggas halos
Woah, imma let it breathe
Breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, eazy e
Fuck the police
They won't let none of my niggas home
Woah, imma let it breathe
Breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, eazy e
Fuck the police
Uhh, uhhh, she look at me like im a young god
Allah, thank god
Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard
You ain't here then we in your bro yard
Make it clear, pulling in the front lawn
We know you here, ay ayy ayy
Turn your coat red, ayy ayy ayy, paul revere