Juice WRLD - Whip (Alaska) lyrics

Nah, lean good drip, fuck-nigga, uh
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Whoa, huh
Cookin' with the pots all on the stove
(Cookin' with them pots all on the
What? What?)
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home
(Wockhardt in my soda, take me, lean, Whoa)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone
(Twelve be tryna tap in on my, fuck twelve)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
(yeah, yeah)
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold
(Brrr) bought a Moncler for it
I ain't even put it on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home
(Chiraq)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone
(Bitch)

Like, "Can I get some tickets?" Bitch, no
(Huh)
"Come and gеt your dick licked" bitch, no
(Bitch)
"Juice WRLD, you trippin'" I know (yeah)
Whеre was y'all when I had
My back to the wall? (For real)
I done glowed up, pourin' fours up
In the 'Rari doin' doughnuts, yeah (Skrrt)
80K a show, 100K, I'll put a verse on there
(Cha ching)
Got my pole tucked, niggas slow up
Keep playin', you gon' die in here
(Graah graah) amiri low-cut, cost four bucks
Young, rich nigga, I'm fly in here

Whoa, huh
Cookin' with the pots all on the stove
(Cookin' with the pots all on the)
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home
(Wockhardt in my soda)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone
(Fuck twelve, bitch)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold
(yeah) bought a Moncler for it
I ain't even put it on (Ya dig?)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home
(Let's go)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone
(Let's go)

Them the same old thots from my old block
(Ya dig?)
Choppa get to singing, shit like O' Block
(Graah, graah, graah)
Three hundred in that round
(yeah, yeah) , just like O' Block
But I be with No Limit, yeah
We got them poles tucked (Bah)
Swervo in a Bentley truck goin' brazy
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Me, I'm in a Lamborghini on the daily
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Hollywood with a bunch of
Savages from Chi-town (Ya dig?)
Livin' lavish
Couldn't do this shit in my town (At all)
Had to take off, had to go with my heart
It's a pray or pay off
40 take your face off, if you get in the way
Of the dreams I'm chasin'
Before I'm end this song
I'm sayin' RIP to my bro (For real)
Those who had the AR
He used to let that bitch off
(Graah, graah, graah)

Whoa, huh
Cookin' with the pots all on the stove
(Cookin' with the pots all on the)
Wockhardt in my soda, take me home
(Wockhardt in my soda, take me)
Twelve be tryna tap in on my phone
(Twelve be tryna tap in on my, fuck twelve
Bitch)
That's why me and my niggas speak in codes
Had a show up in Alaska, it was super cold
(yeah) bought a Moncler for it
I ain't even put it on (Ya dig?)
Had a show up in Chicago, I'm back home
(Let's go)
Got the same old thots tryna blow up my phone
(Let's go)