Juice WRLD - Zero Toleration lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Zero Toleration lyrics]
Oh ah 808 Mafia
Bitch, uh, ya dig (You know how it feels)
Ya dig tell me you know how it feels to
Be high with a couple mill'
Ya dig, that's the lingo
Choppa hit him four times in a row
That's a bingo
I told that lil' bitch to hit the road
Now I'm single she know that my niggas the
Only demons in my household zero toleration
What is you sayin'? I
Can't even contemplate it
Bitch, I'm the man, run through bands
That is just some "everyday" shit
Click claow
That's the sound when my chains hit
Ride 'round in that Lambo'
Tryna lane switch
Gucci, no Reebok, real crack, no re-rock
(yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I know you see us, you wanna meet us
(yeah, yeah) you lookin' for me
I'm somewhere in LA kickin' my feet up
(yeah, yeah)
Raf Simons on my feet, ain't regular Adidas
Oh, I'm in the cut, paranoid
And the bitch got my hand on my heater
Your girlfriend over here, doin' white
She say it's Justin Bieber
I done earned my stripes like a tiger, nigga
But I spot y'all like y'all cheetahs, yeah
I need a ride or die, that
Need me like I need her, yeah
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Look at the way that I shit on these niggas
Stackin' my chips and then I
Count up my figures
Fuck with us, we gon' hang a nigga
Have him swingin' on a rope like
That choppa on my chain
They can't stop me like a tsunami
I can't be contained
My brother feel like Nicolas
'cause he up in that cage
Everyday feel like Christmas
'cause all this tree I blaze
We shoot niggas, don't pistol-whip
Catch a bullet right in your face
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Bitch, uh, ya dig (You know how it feels)
Ya dig tell me you know how it feels to
Be high with a couple mill'
Ya dig, that's the lingo
Choppa hit him four times in a row
That's a bingo
I told that lil' bitch to hit the road
Now I'm single she know that my niggas the
Only demons in my household zero toleration
What is you sayin'? I
Can't even contemplate it
Bitch, I'm the man, run through bands
That is just some "everyday" shit
Click claow
That's the sound when my chains hit
Ride 'round in that Lambo'
Tryna lane switch
Gucci, no Reebok, real crack, no re-rock
(yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I know you see us, you wanna meet us
(yeah, yeah) you lookin' for me
I'm somewhere in LA kickin' my feet up
(yeah, yeah)
Raf Simons on my feet, ain't regular Adidas
Oh, I'm in the cut, paranoid
And the bitch got my hand on my heater
Your girlfriend over here, doin' white
She say it's Justin Bieber
I done earned my stripes like a tiger, nigga
But I spot y'all like y'all cheetahs, yeah
I need a ride or die, that
Need me like I need her, yeah
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Look at the way that I shit on these niggas
Stackin' my chips and then I
Count up my figures
Fuck with us, we gon' hang a nigga
Have him swingin' on a rope like
That choppa on my chain
They can't stop me like a tsunami
I can't be contained
My brother feel like Nicolas
'cause he up in that cage
Everyday feel like Christmas
'cause all this tree I blaze
We shoot niggas, don't pistol-whip
Catch a bullet right in your face
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit
Flossin', why they flodgin', ah shit