Juice WRLD - Make It Back lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Make It Back lyrics]
I remember math class, I ain't do shit
I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions
Give a fuck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I
Crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe
We spend that on sneakers, oh
(Wheezy outta here)
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a fuck, I
Made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit only wore it once, shit, I
Wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no fuck 'cause I'm
Gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah
Look at your bitch and the
Way that I hit her, i think she in love
Talkin' that shit
You get thrown like a double or
Hundred in the strip club
All of my niggas gettin' money
All day, I told ya, i told ya
You don't want no problems, I'm
With soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
150 with me, with me, chopper is with me
With me tell 'em come get me, get me
That lil' bitch need to suck my
Dick, won't give her no kissy, kissy
Suck on my dick so hard I
Thought she left a hicky, hicky
Woo, she a thotty, that's a icky Vicky
Woo, wishin' for that burner
Feel like Tiimmy, tiimmy
I remember math class, I ain't do shit
I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions
Give a fuck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I
Crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe
We spend that on sneakers, oh
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a fuck, I
Made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah
I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions
Give a fuck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I
Crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe
We spend that on sneakers, oh
(Wheezy outta here)
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a fuck, I
Made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit only wore it once, shit, I
Wasted all my cash, yeah
I don't give no fuck 'cause I'm
Gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh
I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah
Look at your bitch and the
Way that I hit her, i think she in love
Talkin' that shit
You get thrown like a double or
Hundred in the strip club
All of my niggas gettin' money
All day, I told ya, i told ya
You don't want no problems, I'm
With soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
150 with me, with me, chopper is with me
With me tell 'em come get me, get me
That lil' bitch need to suck my
Dick, won't give her no kissy, kissy
Suck on my dick so hard I
Thought she left a hicky, hicky
Woo, she a thotty, that's a icky Vicky
Woo, wishin' for that burner
Feel like Tiimmy, tiimmy
I remember math class, I ain't do shit
I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions
Give a fuck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I
Crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin' money, best believe
We spend that on sneakers, oh
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don't give a fuck, I
Made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah