Juice WRLD - Die to Live lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Die to Live lyrics]
ATL Jacob okay
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Skrt, skrt, skrt
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (I can't)
'Cause you gotta die to live
(Skrt, skrt, skrrt)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
Taking risk after fucking risk
After fucking risk
I remember I had to water whip
Almost fucked my wrist up
Now it's houses in the fucking hills
Rich as fuck for real
'Member she ain't let me fuck her then
Now she gon' let me get some
Droppin' the Wock in the fruit punch
'Member rockin' the Robins and toting guns
And I got ice like Toboggan
And drip like a faucet
It's Gucci my ooh, Gucci my closet
You better not try to rob us
My niggas ridin'
Double R truck I pull up they inside it
Bought my bitch a new watch
I knew she was excited
To shine on these bitches that
Hate that she got it
Haters gon' hate everyday I don't doubt it
Success make a hater go straight suicidal
I'm smokin' exotic, my car is exotic
My girl is exotic, she solvin' my problems
I was hangin' with killers
And drillers and dealers
And thieves, and juggers
Finessers and robbers
I got rich I'm still hangin'
With killers and drillers
And thieves, finessers
Them juggers and robbers (Skr, skr, skrr)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel (I can't)
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
(Skrt, skrt, skrrt)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
Uh i touch the ceiling off the perc
Remember when I was stealing all the percs
Remember when I was moving all the work
Remember when I was covered in sin
I ain't know what to do
I was making shit work
Funeral service, my niggas leavin' earth
No one was there when my dick was in the dirt
No one was there when my bro was in a hearse
I made it far, yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to give it my all, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the way that I ball, shots that I call
All of them fall, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go in the mall, why?
'Cause I think I been bought it all, right
But the money don't catch my fall
No one's there when I call, right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Skrt, skrt, skrrt
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel (I can't)
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
(Skrt, skrt, skrrt)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Skrt, skrt, skrt
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (I can't)
'Cause you gotta die to live
(Skrt, skrt, skrrt)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
Taking risk after fucking risk
After fucking risk
I remember I had to water whip
Almost fucked my wrist up
Now it's houses in the fucking hills
Rich as fuck for real
'Member she ain't let me fuck her then
Now she gon' let me get some
Droppin' the Wock in the fruit punch
'Member rockin' the Robins and toting guns
And I got ice like Toboggan
And drip like a faucet
It's Gucci my ooh, Gucci my closet
You better not try to rob us
My niggas ridin'
Double R truck I pull up they inside it
Bought my bitch a new watch
I knew she was excited
To shine on these bitches that
Hate that she got it
Haters gon' hate everyday I don't doubt it
Success make a hater go straight suicidal
I'm smokin' exotic, my car is exotic
My girl is exotic, she solvin' my problems
I was hangin' with killers
And drillers and dealers
And thieves, and juggers
Finessers and robbers
I got rich I'm still hangin'
With killers and drillers
And thieves, finessers
Them juggers and robbers (Skr, skr, skrr)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel (I can't)
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
(Skrt, skrt, skrrt)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
Uh i touch the ceiling off the perc
Remember when I was stealing all the percs
Remember when I was moving all the work
Remember when I was covered in sin
I ain't know what to do
I was making shit work
Funeral service, my niggas leavin' earth
No one was there when my dick was in the dirt
No one was there when my bro was in a hearse
I made it far, yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to give it my all, yeah, yeah, yeah
From the way that I ball, shots that I call
All of them fall, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go in the mall, why?
'Cause I think I been bought it all, right
But the money don't catch my fall
No one's there when I call, right
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Skrt, skrt, skrrt
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills
No I can't feel (I can't)
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live
(Skrt, skrt, skrrt)
I got drive like four wheels
In my mind off four pills no I can't feel
I got blurry vision at the steering wheel
(yeah) but I'ma steer it still (yeah)
'Cause you gotta die to live