Juice WRLD - Orlando lyrics

Alright look, off the xans i just woke
Up in Orlando i got rich
Put designers on my flannels turn your
Bitch over like she a channel
I remember skipping school to hit the
Bando imma shoot a movie like
I’m clooney tooning on these niggas like
Im looney niggas talking stupid
Tell em to sue me im getting money – hold
On, what are you doin? im on top
Of my game, life is a picture
Got Glock in the frame run up imma hit
You – not with the lame shit
Im gonna lane switch, all girls
The same – apeshit
Treat my main hoe like my
Mistress, tony hawk i up that Glock hе
Hit that kickflip im catching feelings
I remember catching casеs rap simmons baby
These ain’t no k –
Swiss heat em up, eat em up
Wanna fight? beat em
Up who are you? who is us? im the shit
Bitch whats up? off the xans i
Just woke up in Orlando i got rich
Put designers on my flannels turn your
Bitch over like she a channel
I remember skipping school to hit the bando
Like hi, not that type of guy
Maybe one day i can fly in the sky niggas
Fake as hell in disguise
Run up catch some shells go to
Hell imma ball super hard, john wall dunk on
Em like im 6 feet tall ohhh
Ohhh that’s your bitch put my
Dick in her jaw
I just called to play – wake
Up thanking god for another day perky’s and
Henny – take it to the face
I feel super lost like i’m up in
A maze but that’s okay it's
Just another day – it’s just another
Day – it's just another day
(lemme hear dat) off the xans i just
Woke up in Orlando I got rich
Put designers on my flannels turn
Your bitch over like she
A channel i remember skipping school
To hit the bando
Ive been ballin, hit the dealership and
Cop me one of those whatchamacallit's
All i know is that
Gucci and louis up in my closet, i used
To wear that Nike i had foamposites
Ship places you ain’t ever been there 40 and
A gucci bag with the birkin
Never been scared
Brother locked up, won’t let him out like
Akon, imma count the money up
Stack it till it don't go
No more, hoe got passed around
We don't want your
Hoe no more gucci all on my clothes
Thats what im on lil hoe kush my cologne
I don't need no cologne no more, og
Cookies, your bitch wanna fuck looky looky i
Met her on jersey shore snooki
Snooki off the xans i just woke
Up in Orlando I got rich
Put designers on my flannels
Turn your bitch over
Like she a channel i remember
Skipping school to hit
The bando spent a couple thousand on some
Sandals, just to say im going to Orlando i
Remember i ain’t even have a cell phone, all
I know is ball like my name
Kobe matter of fact fuck ballin
Imma start coaching brand new
Kid, super rich like im
Hendrix on that future
Shit one bullet in your medulla kid, i like
The designer high fashion, imma leave
You in the past tense
Im running up all the racks im
Making that bitch hit the back, jump on me
If you afghan imma ball super hard
John wall dunk on em like im 6 feet tall
That’s your bitch put my dick in her jaw