Juice WRLD - Lotti Perc Go Round (K Like A Russian) lyrics

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Juice WRLD - Lotti Perc Go Round K Like A Russian lyrics]

Ayy, Chris, bruh this one of those songs you
Gotta just bust on (Woah, woah, woah,  woah)
You know how them niggas back in the
Day, they used to, "Left, right, left"
(Let's go) if we get in a shootout
I'ma beat that K like a Russian
(Brrt, brrt, brrt, Got it on Smash)
(It goes, "Left, right, left
Take yo' breath")
I say, "G-Money just bought a
Pound of the Gushers
We’ve been smokin' exotic product" (Bitch)
(My shit make all them sounds
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, fuck your ad-libs)

I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing
(Okay, yeah) count up the cash in
American, English, Spanish
Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her
Tongue and she put
It in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money
That's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly
Them beady-ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin'
How come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face
If you think about tryin'

My money make me a giant, oh
I hit 'em like Fee-Fi-Fo, yeah
If I go broke, I'ma take his
Dough, rob him for his dough, yeah
These niggas asking me where I come from
I come from the city where it's colder
(Let's go)
Always gotta look over your shoulder (Uh)
Never know when someone wanna smoke ya
(Grrah) man down, look, who is the man now?
Can't wait till the drugs touch down
Me and Lotti, Max finna have a Perc-go-round
Chris lyin' saying he puttin' them down
Know he pop Percs every time they around
(Lyin' ass nigga)
And when that lean around
Lotti say it make her frown
(I ain't tryna make you frown)
I'm a different person when I'm
Off of the pour up
Catch a body and I won't even know it
I make a song off the purple, I'm focused
Make an album, shit it out, hocus pocus
Catch him lackin', I'ma shoot in the open
Like a cigarillo, bitch I'ma smoke him
L-O-L, all of these niggas be jokin'
They may just make me kill them
They keep provokin'

I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing
(Okay, yeah) count up the cash in
American, English, Spanish
Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her
Tongue and she put
It in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money
That's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly
Them beady-ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin'
How come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face
If you think about tryin'

March on the beat like
A mo'fuckin' sergeant that 40 on me
Shoot like I'm from the squadron
Moncler on the moon boots
I'm not from this planet
I promise to God, I'm a mo'fuckin' martian
Call me Juice WRLD the martian
I'm Marvin the Martian
I'm super like Marvel
My drip is so marvelous
Dropped the Death Race For Love
It sold so much the first week
That shit goin' harder than
Granite and marbles
It may just go platinum on niggas that
Haven't gone gold in a minute
These niggas been slippin'
Pussy remind me of pussy niggas
I kill pussy with dick
Pussy niggas with Smith &
I don't got time for these rookie niggas
Yeah, I know I'm a rookie
Far from a beginner
I used to smoke purple but that shit got
Old, now I smoke Gelato
Biscotti, I'm pimpin', oh yeah
That nigga trippin'
Gon' and get rid of him
These niggas really ain't rappers, they
Don't got no rhythm
They hide behind 808s and all the synths
I'm yo' father, Darth Vader, red beam
I'm the Sith
Heard yo' lil' bitch got herpes
Don't think that I'm kiddin'
Why you think she ain't fuck you
Or suck you in a minute?
Tried to give it to me, bitch, I'm taken
You trippin'

I grip the K like a Russian (Okay, yeah)
Quarterback sack, bitch I'm rushing
(Okay, yeah) count up the cash in
American, English, Spanish
Chinese and Russian (Oh yeah)
I'm at yo' head like concussion
She give me head like concussion
Love when she suck with her
Tongue and she put
It in her throat like a mo'fuckin' cushion
Why police look at me crooked? (Why?)
I'm a young nigga gettin' that money
That's why
Look at they eyes just be crooked (Why?)
All these bitches be ugly
Them beady-ass eyes
You gettin' jewelry taken
You claim that you totin'
How come you ain't let that bitch fly?
I never get jewelry taken
My bitch'll shoot you in the face
If you think about tryin'

I don't even gotta shoot
My bitch'll shoot you in the face
(Got it on Smash)
Then she shoot your bitch in the face
Then we shoot your bitch in the face
Then we may go out for a date
After shootin' you in the face

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