Juice WRLD - Lit (Sticks) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Amiri on me, they came with the rips
Ya' dig) yeah, yeah
(Choppa on me nigga that shit rips, ya dig)
Oh, oh ya' dig

3K on the coat, bitch rich
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah)
Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (yeah)
I could take your bitch, ya' dig
(Did you know I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips
Ya' dig
(Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks
Ya' dig
(Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick
Ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit
(I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

I remember, I was broke, last December
In my home
Recording music, so I could post it
Get my clout up on them hoes
Now a nigga got a million
Plus a couple million, oh oh
(Uh, grrah)
I'm a realest in the building when
I walk in the building, oh oh oh
(yeah yeah yeah yeah, bitch)
Yeah yeah, look at that belt, Hermes
Look at that vest it's Versace, nigga
You can't cop it
She a pantie droppin', thot
And she love the wristwatch
Look at the way I up my
AP and that bitch heart stop
(Gleam, gleam, gleam)

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, oh oh

3K on the coat, bitch rich
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah)
Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (yeah)
I could take your bitch, ya' dig
(Did you know I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips
Ya' dig
(Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks
Ya' dig
(Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick
Ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit
(I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

I bought a couple Monclers for the winter
I can't wait 'til it get cold
These niggas in my DM tweaking
Thinking that I sold my soul
Nah, it's just hard work
And blessings I'm thankful
I could've been in jail or dead
Lord knows I came close (For real)
Everything worked out
I could flex up on these niggas
I don't even gotta work out
Freestyle, fuck a written
I ain't writin' shit down
Just tearin' shit down and
Shuttin' shit down

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh oh (Ya' dig)

3K on the coat, bitch rich
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah)
Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks
(Uh huh, uh huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (yeah)
I could take your bitch, ya' dig
(Did you know I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips
Ya' dig
(Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks
Ya' dig
(Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick
Ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit