Juice WRLD - Hectic lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Hectic lyrics]
Uh, it could get hectic
(I could get hectic, woah)
Bitch (Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha)
Uh, gang (Wheezy outta here)
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
(You dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah)
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof
(Bitch you dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send
His ass a message, yeah
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Pew pew pew pew pew)
Yeah, huh, rockstar from the trenches
(Rockstar from the motherfuckin', yeah
Yeah)
They can't keep up (yeah, rock on, yeah)
Hit makin' money, makin' motherfucker
(Bitch! What else? What else?)
That still send this shit up
(Bitch! Bitch! Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, huh, uh, No Limit is the gang
Best believe ()
Don't get shit fucked up (Uh)
We'll fuck you up (Uh)
Your bitch'll suck us up (Uh)
Mayweather with this left-right
Pacquiao with the uppercut
(Uh, huh) , woah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, I go cray-cray (Cray-cray)
For the slimes that's listenin'
I go bray-bray
(I go bray-bray, slatt, slatt)
Your lil' bitch tell you she
Straight, but she go gay, gay
(She go gay, gay)
At least off the Molly, she go all the way
Way (All the way, way)
Woah, huh, what the fuck you say, say?
(What you say, say?) i can't hear you, I'm
Too busy gettin' paid, paid
(Gettin' paid, paid)
I can't hear you, I'm too
Busy gettin' laid, laid, uh
(Gettin' laid) by your main thing
(yeah)
That bitch got some good brain (yeah)
Huh, ya dig? Hop in the Spyder, I drive
Like it got eight legs (Like eight, skrrt)
That lil' bitch suck on my dick
Like she got eight heads (She got eight)
Ride it like a motorcycle, scooter
And a moped (Skrrt)
Her bestfriend came through, guess what?
I got me some more head (Uh)
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
(You dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah)
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof
(Bitch you dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send
His ass a message, yeah
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Pew pew pew pew pew)
(I could get hectic, woah)
Bitch (Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha)
Uh, gang (Wheezy outta here)
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
(You dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah)
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof
(Bitch you dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send
His ass a message, yeah
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Pew pew pew pew pew)
Yeah, huh, rockstar from the trenches
(Rockstar from the motherfuckin', yeah
Yeah)
They can't keep up (yeah, rock on, yeah)
Hit makin' money, makin' motherfucker
(Bitch! What else? What else?)
That still send this shit up
(Bitch! Bitch! Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Uh, huh, uh, No Limit is the gang
Best believe ()
Don't get shit fucked up (Uh)
We'll fuck you up (Uh)
Your bitch'll suck us up (Uh)
Mayweather with this left-right
Pacquiao with the uppercut
(Uh, huh) , woah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, uh, I go cray-cray (Cray-cray)
For the slimes that's listenin'
I go bray-bray
(I go bray-bray, slatt, slatt)
Your lil' bitch tell you she
Straight, but she go gay, gay
(She go gay, gay)
At least off the Molly, she go all the way
Way (All the way, way)
Woah, huh, what the fuck you say, say?
(What you say, say?) i can't hear you, I'm
Too busy gettin' paid, paid
(Gettin' paid, paid)
I can't hear you, I'm too
Busy gettin' laid, laid, uh
(Gettin' laid) by your main thing
(yeah)
That bitch got some good brain (yeah)
Huh, ya dig? Hop in the Spyder, I drive
Like it got eight legs (Like eight, skrrt)
That lil' bitch suck on my dick
Like she got eight heads (She got eight)
Ride it like a motorcycle, scooter
And a moped (Skrrt)
Her bestfriend came through, guess what?
I got me some more head (Uh)
It could get hectic (Get hectic, yeah)
You can't read a real nigga, you dyslexic
(You dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, it could get hectic (Get hectic)
Shoot his house up, send his ass a message
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah)
Ya dig? It could get hectic, uh (Hectic)
Can't read me, you dyslexic, oof
(Bitch you dyslexic, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It could get hectic (Uh, yeah)
Shoot him in his face, send
His ass a message, yeah
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Pew pew pew pew pew)