Juice WRLD - On The Regular (Left-Right) lyrics

Ayy, bitch, woah uh, yeah, uh
Yeah
Get racks on the regular (Uh huh, uh huh)
Racks on the regular, racks on the regular
(Uh huh, uh huh)

I'ma get the cash, that's forever
(Cash) , get it on the regular  (Cash)
We separate,  not together
(yeah) ,  keep it that way forever (yeah)
Margiela all on my sweater
(Uh, huh) , it get yo' girl wetter (Uh, huh)
Run up on me, my hand on beretta
(Uh, huh) , hit you and your beretta (Uh
Huh) i'm ballin' out the stadium
(Cash) , you can't ball better (Swish)
You know I got Moncler on me
(yeah) , in thе cold weather (yeah, yеah)
I knock 'em out, left-right
Left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)


My VVS on me, all white, all white
It look like sleigh weather
(Bling, bling, bling) , uh huh

As I hop in the ride (Skrrt)
Got yo' thot, she inside (Got yo' thot)
Hand on my Glock, I won't trust (Grrah)
Run up on me, you gon' die (Grahh, grahh)
Perkies on the way
Three to the face, damnit, I'm too high
(yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't)
I don't wan' take these Percs no more
But if I don't take 'em
Feel like I'm gon' die (yeah, yeah)
And I gotta live for 'em (I gotta live)
That choppa on me, pull up, grrah, grrah
Make him run, Forrest (Make him run)
He say he wanna fight, fuck that
I got a gun for him (I got a gun)
I'm yo' father, bitch why bother?
You is my son, boy (You my son)
Run up on me then that chopper
Got heat kinda like the sun, boy
(Kinda like the sun)
My brother locked up, need to let
Him out just like Akon, boy
(Just like Akon)
AK in the back of the truck
Al Qaeda on it, Osam', boy
(Osam') if you lookin' for me, I'm prolly
Puttin' dick up in yo' mom, boy
(Put dick in yo' momma, yeah)

I'ma get the cash, that's forever
Get it on the regular
We separate, not together
Keep it that way forever
Margiela all on my sweater
It get yo' girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on beretta
Hit you and your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium
You can't ball better
You know I got Moncler on
Me in the cold weather
I knock 'em out, left-right
Left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
My VVS on me, alright, alright
It look like sleigh weather, uh huh

Two to the face, I'm okay (I'm gone)
Get away with crimes like OJ, uh (yeah)
Lean on me, no OJ, uh (yeah)
VVS clear like Blu-Ray, uh (Gleam)
Triple nine on my wrist, no slit (Slit)
Bitch told me that she would slit her wrist
(Slit her wrist) stop acting pussy, clitoris
Man up, Ellen DeGenerous (yeah)
Uh, I was generous
I'm done being a gentleman
Fuck up out your feelings bitch (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck what you feeling, bitch
All this over some silly shit (yeah)
You must have some mental damage, eh
We can play games if you wanna play
Game over, game over, you know I win
How does it feel to be
The loser? I'm poppin' pills (Bitch)
How does it feel to be the
Loser? I'm askin' for real
(I'm askin' for real, real, real)
Uh, this is a miracle (Nah)
Nah, this some bullshit
It's really yourself you embarrassing

I'ma get the cash, that's forever
(Uh) , get it on the regular (Uh, huh)
We separate, not together
(Uh) , keep it that
Way forever (Skrrt, skrrt, uh huh)
Margiela all on my sweater (Margiela)
It get yo' girl wetter (Oh yeah)
Run up on me, my hand on beretta
(Oh yeah) , hit you and
Your beretta (Grahh, grahh, grahh)
I'm ballin' out the stadium
(Uh) , you can't ball better (Uh, uh)
You know I got Moncler on me
(Uh, huh) in the cold weather (Uh, huh)
I knock 'em out, left-right
Left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
My VVS on me, alright, alright
It look like sleigh weather, uh huh

Yeah, yeah, I'm back on it
Your bitch, she wanna fuck
I tell her "Cool", I'm feeling lonely
Run up on me, brand new gun
Tommy on me, maccy on me
I get cheese, no macaroni, uh
I can turn your brains
Into some fuckin' mastaccholi
Uh, huh, all on the floor
Dead president on me just like a mourge
(Huh, yuh) your bitch a whore
Run up on me you get put on the floor
(Uh, yeah)
Kickflip work just like a skateboard
Your bitch back in this
Break it like a record
I'm in the studio, all I do is push record
Platinum, platinum, plat'
Yeah that's me boy (That's me boy)

I'ma get the cash, that's forever
Get it on the regular
We separate, not together
Keep it that way forever
Margiela all on my sweater
It get yo' girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on beretta
Hit you and your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium
You can't ball better
You know I got Moncler on
Me in the cold weather
I knock 'em out, left-right
Left-right, uppercut, nigga, mayweather
My VVS on me, alright, alright
It look like sleigh weather, uh huh