Juice WRLD - Good Days lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Good Days lyrics]
Woah oh, ayy yeah, shit, so much at stake
It's so much at stake
It's so much at stake
Still gotta put a fuck nigga up in his place
He ain't know I kept it on my waist
Fuck it, had to up it anyway
They don't know I keep one on my waist
Fuckin' had to up it anyway
They ain't know I keep it on my waist
Fuck it, had to up it anyway
He be talkin' crazy, fuck it
I would bust it any day
On my mama, on my granny, on my gang
I already know it's
"Fuck that shit you claim"
Fuck that clique you claim
I don't tolerate no disrespect
Got his bitch, she givin' neck
We be at these niggas neck
And she do that for a Percocet
She be poppin' Percocets for real
Everywhere I go, I'm down to drill
And everywhere I go, I'm down to kill (yeah)
I told that nigga this is not a drill
That 40 on me too, I keep a drill
You don' want no problems over here
I told you I've been ballin' since a kid
Yeah, feel like Jason Kidd
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
40 in the stash box
We ain't come to start nun'
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me
Headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Now we're all grown up
We all came a long way from the start
We all went the wrong way once or twice
But we can't help that shit, it's life
I miss my old friends
'member we was doin' Xans up in school
The teachers said we would be in jail or dead
Now I make way more money than them
Hit up the plug, spend they
Rent, I bought a pint, red Hi Tech
I miss my mom, I miss my
Friends, I miss my house, i miss my pet
"Laila, fetch"
Mom, come to LA, I'll get you a jet
Got off my ass and I got to a check
Feelin' sorry for the niggas who slept
Yeah, on me and my gang
'cause we runnin' shit this year
Fuck a phone, I'm gon' hold
Them hundreds to my ears, ayy
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
40 in the stash box
We ain't come to start nun'
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me
Headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
It's so much at stake
It's so much at stake
Still gotta put a fuck nigga up in his place
He ain't know I kept it on my waist
Fuck it, had to up it anyway
They don't know I keep one on my waist
Fuckin' had to up it anyway
They ain't know I keep it on my waist
Fuck it, had to up it anyway
He be talkin' crazy, fuck it
I would bust it any day
On my mama, on my granny, on my gang
I already know it's
"Fuck that shit you claim"
Fuck that clique you claim
I don't tolerate no disrespect
Got his bitch, she givin' neck
We be at these niggas neck
And she do that for a Percocet
She be poppin' Percocets for real
Everywhere I go, I'm down to drill
And everywhere I go, I'm down to kill (yeah)
I told that nigga this is not a drill
That 40 on me too, I keep a drill
You don' want no problems over here
I told you I've been ballin' since a kid
Yeah, feel like Jason Kidd
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
40 in the stash box
We ain't come to start nun'
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me
Headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Now we're all grown up
We all came a long way from the start
We all went the wrong way once or twice
But we can't help that shit, it's life
I miss my old friends
'member we was doin' Xans up in school
The teachers said we would be in jail or dead
Now I make way more money than them
Hit up the plug, spend they
Rent, I bought a pint, red Hi Tech
I miss my mom, I miss my
Friends, I miss my house, i miss my pet
"Laila, fetch"
Mom, come to LA, I'll get you a jet
Got off my ass and I got to a check
Feelin' sorry for the niggas who slept
Yeah, on me and my gang
'cause we runnin' shit this year
Fuck a phone, I'm gon' hold
Them hundreds to my ears, ayy
I miss ridin' round town with my friends
40 in the stash box
We ain't come to start nun'
Cooler than the boys in the band
Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me
Headlock
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay
Good days, good days, reminisce the good days
Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay