Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD - Takeover lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD - Takeover lyrics]
I ain't with all of that
My, my focus is if y'all wanna box
We can box then I'ma hug you, nigga
And I'ma go on about my business, period
We ain't got to add no cameras, no nothin'
So you can feel comfortable, period, nigga
I ain't with none of that shit, bro
Y'all niggas stop playin' with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain't with all that
I'm on 30 right now, bro
I'm on fuckin' 30, bro
I'm on 30, now give
Me some fuckin' lemonade, fo' sure
I'm on 30, nigga fuck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (Nine, nine, nine)
Fucked up this time didn't it?
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, fucked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
Bitch, bitch, ayy
Hopped up out the jet
With a bitch from Tijuana (Bitch)
Smellin' like some pounds in that stank
Marijuana (Gas)
That bitch gon' do coke for me
(Ayy) , she gon' hide my dope for me
Flex up on my ex, I'm off the pills
She calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I'm in the back of your house
Gettin' top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, bitch)
Walkin' in slow motion everywhere that I go
'cause it's a four in a Fanta, yeah
(Bitch) aP skeleton on the way
Two-tone, wrist dancin', yeah
(Watch, bitch)
Fuck her then I take her out to
Micky D's, no time for romantic, yeah
(Bitch) young rich nigga, my money be
Stackin', 40 on my hip, no lackin'
(Huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Fuck-nigga, knuck if you buck
Then you ain't 'bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin' (Uh huh, uh huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari
I put it in gear and it crawl like tarantula
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I fuck yo' bitch while I howl at the moon
She tell me I act like an animal, yeah
(Woo)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take (Uh)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (yeah, what?)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh
(Bitch, no breaks)
More on my mind than a little
Draked up on drank
Break her back if she brittle (Woo)
I speak in code, make you break down a riddle
Copped a big house with a
Gate where it's subtle (yeah)
I look at my gang
The same gang since the middle
School of hard knocks
Used to roll up with Nickle
Used to get dubbed the boy
Back for that pussy
She sucked on my pickle, I nut on her nipple
(Bitch)
Don't give a fuck, no, not even a little
My lil' bro a psycho, his body cell sickle
I'm hearin' the hate
That shit makin' me tickle
I can't have him 'round if he fickle (Ah)
I prefer Monica every time
I need the dollars for every line (Whoo)
Country boy sippin' on cherry wine (yeah)
Just woke up, I had to decline (Bitch)
Rollin' around in that foreign
It's all mine (Skrt)
Can't take a break, I don't got the time
(Ah)
Watch on my wrist 'cause it's seven-nine
(Whoo) not 79, make it seventy (yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch from the back
That shit heavenly
How you wear diamonds but work
At the Dollar Tree?
Honestly, just don't never got enemy
Keep an AR, red beam for enemy, Lil Boat
(Fuck)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take (Ayy)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh
(Bitch, no breaks) ayy
My, my focus is if y'all wanna box
We can box then I'ma hug you, nigga
And I'ma go on about my business, period
We ain't got to add no cameras, no nothin'
So you can feel comfortable, period, nigga
I ain't with none of that shit, bro
Y'all niggas stop playin' with me, bro
I wanna scrap, bro, I wanna scrap, bro
I wanna scrap, I ain't with all that
I'm on 30 right now, bro
I'm on fuckin' 30, bro
I'm on 30, now give
Me some fuckin' lemonade, fo' sure
I'm on 30, nigga fuck wrong with you?
Damn, ayy (Nine, nine, nine)
Fucked up this time didn't it?
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah, fucked up this time (Ayy, hahaha)
Bitch, bitch, ayy
Hopped up out the jet
With a bitch from Tijuana (Bitch)
Smellin' like some pounds in that stank
Marijuana (Gas)
That bitch gon' do coke for me
(Ayy) , she gon' hide my dope for me
Flex up on my ex, I'm off the pills
She calls me Perc-ules (Flex, flex, flex)
I'm in the back of your house
Gettin' top from your nanny
Money older than a granny (Damn, bitch)
Walkin' in slow motion everywhere that I go
'cause it's a four in a Fanta, yeah
(Bitch) aP skeleton on the way
Two-tone, wrist dancin', yeah
(Watch, bitch)
Fuck her then I take her out to
Micky D's, no time for romantic, yeah
(Bitch) young rich nigga, my money be
Stackin', 40 on my hip, no lackin'
(Huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Fuck-nigga, knuck if you buck
Then you ain't 'bout that action (Huh)
Run up on me, we clappin' (Uh huh, uh huh)
I need that Spider Ferrari
I put it in gear and it crawl like tarantula
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I fuck yo' bitch while I howl at the moon
She tell me I act like an animal, yeah
(Woo)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take (Uh)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (yeah, what?)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh
(Bitch, no breaks)
More on my mind than a little
Draked up on drank
Break her back if she brittle (Woo)
I speak in code, make you break down a riddle
Copped a big house with a
Gate where it's subtle (yeah)
I look at my gang
The same gang since the middle
School of hard knocks
Used to roll up with Nickle
Used to get dubbed the boy
Back for that pussy
She sucked on my pickle, I nut on her nipple
(Bitch)
Don't give a fuck, no, not even a little
My lil' bro a psycho, his body cell sickle
I'm hearin' the hate
That shit makin' me tickle
I can't have him 'round if he fickle (Ah)
I prefer Monica every time
I need the dollars for every line (Whoo)
Country boy sippin' on cherry wine (yeah)
Just woke up, I had to decline (Bitch)
Rollin' around in that foreign
It's all mine (Skrt)
Can't take a break, I don't got the time
(Ah)
Watch on my wrist 'cause it's seven-nine
(Whoo) not 79, make it seventy (yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch from the back
That shit heavenly
How you wear diamonds but work
At the Dollar Tree?
Honestly, just don't never got enemy
Keep an AR, red beam for enemy, Lil Boat
(Fuck)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take (Ayy)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh (No breaks)
Take over (Huh, yeah)
Break's over, uh huh, uh huh
(Bitch, no breaks) ayy