Juice WRLD - They All Talk lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - They All Talk lyrics]
ATL Jacob uh huh, y yeah
Let's go woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
I'ma hit it, oh
Uh, catch up
(Let's go) , uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up
(Bitch) , uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up
(Bitch) , uh, bitch catch up
Uh, nigga catch up
(Bitch) , uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up
(At all) , streets hungrier than a bitch
Gotta feed 'em (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Niggas fake than a bitch I don't need them
(Nah)
All the fake ass bitches, you can keep them
Too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news
(For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these
Niggas tryna boss up (yeah)
Dolcе and Gabbana
Spend a couple dollars on my joggers
(Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on dеck, that's for anything
We never lose (No cap)
AP Rollie, cost a grip
Lil' nigga don't get confused (Let's go)
Uh, these niggas all talk, these niggas all
(Talk) uh, these niggas all talk
Someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
(Grrah, grrah, bow-bow)
Two-fifty on my watch
I dare a nigga to take it (Ya dig?)
You showing off your bitch, why? Nigga
Your bitch basic (Haha)
Upper, upper echelon, these niggas be basic
(No cap)
These niggas be trying to be act crazy
Bitch don't even have hoe trained (yeah)
Need a leash, do you? (Do you?)
I'm a dog, but I be
Walking without my leash, mm
(Do you?)
I go hard on these niggas in the paint, yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Like I'm Kobe with that
Fucking fade away, yeah, yeah
Straight off of the day (Skrrt)
Ain't no catchin', M16 ain't no AK (Uh)
It'll get to clappin'
(Grrah) , you Kim K and my gun Ray-J (Haha)
Just wait for a nigga to
Get famous off that day (No cap)
You ain't finna get famous off that day (Uh)
Uh, these niggas all talk, these niggas all
(Talk) uh, these niggas all talk
Someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down
(Let's go, down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, bow)
Let's go woof, uh, ey, what up, what up?
I'ma hit it, oh
Uh, catch up
(Let's go) , uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up
(Bitch) , uh, bitch catch up (Let's go)
Uh, nigga catch up
(Bitch) , uh, bitch catch up
Uh, nigga catch up
(Bitch) , uh, can't catch up
Uh, can't keep up
(At all) , streets hungrier than a bitch
Gotta feed 'em (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
Niggas fake than a bitch I don't need them
(Nah)
All the fake ass bitches, you can keep them
Too (Let's go)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you will make the news
(For real)
Choppa on my hip, please don't make a move
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you make a move, you gon' make the news
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, hey)
I ain't playing with these
Niggas tryna boss up (yeah)
Dolcе and Gabbana
Spend a couple dollars on my joggers
(Racks, racks, racks)
Uh, choppas on dеck, that's for anything
We never lose (No cap)
AP Rollie, cost a grip
Lil' nigga don't get confused (Let's go)
Uh, these niggas all talk, these niggas all
(Talk) uh, these niggas all talk
Someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down (Down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, woah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
(Grrah, grrah, bow-bow)
Two-fifty on my watch
I dare a nigga to take it (Ya dig?)
You showing off your bitch, why? Nigga
Your bitch basic (Haha)
Upper, upper echelon, these niggas be basic
(No cap)
These niggas be trying to be act crazy
Bitch don't even have hoe trained (yeah)
Need a leash, do you? (Do you?)
I'm a dog, but I be
Walking without my leash, mm
(Do you?)
I go hard on these niggas in the paint, yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Like I'm Kobe with that
Fucking fade away, yeah, yeah
Straight off of the day (Skrrt)
Ain't no catchin', M16 ain't no AK (Uh)
It'll get to clappin'
(Grrah) , you Kim K and my gun Ray-J (Haha)
Just wait for a nigga to
Get famous off that day (No cap)
You ain't finna get famous off that day (Uh)
Uh, these niggas all talk, these niggas all
(Talk) uh, these niggas all talk
Someone get em' off (Please)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
They be flockin' to the boss
'cause I got money in my pockets (Cash)
Uh, talk shit, you could get hit, oh (Grrah)
Uh, big sticks, clips hanging down
(Let's go, down)
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a shootout
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
We ain't ever running out of bullets, oh
(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, bow)