CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Juice WRLD - Life Of A Rockstar
Rocky going crazy
.40 with a .30 that's a—
Ha, ya dig? (Yeah)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?)
.40 with a .30, that's a d**k, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that sh*t'll get your a** popped off
Got your b*t*h doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the gra** when I ride through (Hiss)
Got my nine (Yeah), pull up, blow it like a drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your b*t*h is an Xbox, play her like Game Room, ayy (Ya dig?)
I was tweakin' off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy (Damn)
Now I'm itchin' seein' shadows in my f**kin' room, ayy (Lucid dreams)
Cute chocolate b*t*h, that's a f**kin' Reese's (Uh)
Heard her n***a was talkin' sh*t, pull up on him and crease him (That's right)
Snort the Molly off her t**s, energy increasin'
Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat it, uh (Smash)
Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season (Uh)
Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no f**kin' reason (Gleam, gleam)
Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra, grrra, grra)
If a n***a try to take my sh*t, I'ma leave him bleedin' (B*t*h)
.40 with a .30, that's a d**k, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that sh*t'll get your a** popped off
Got your b*t*h doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the gra** when I ride through (Hiss hiss)
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
Ayy, bad lil' b*t*h, you know I seen her
She seen me, sell-out arenas
Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas
Take a n***a to the cleaners (Uh)
Even when I'm dressed like a bum I'm cleaner
All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers (Uh)
I'm ballin' out while they sittin' on the bleachers (Yeah)
Get rich just to go back and f**k on my teachers (Uh)
None of them believed in me either (Woo)
Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin' me (Woo)
N***a, I don't f**k with y'all people
Old hoes hit me up, I'm sorry
I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either (Hiss)
Yeah, I don't need 'em (Hiss)
Pretty b*t*h, good facial features (Uh)
Three blunts to the face then I eat her (Yeah)
Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin' (Uh)
Gotta put them down, I'm tweakin' (Uh)
Sometimes it feels like I need 'em (Uh)
Sometimes I feel so defeated (Uh)
My mind be racing like, "Damn (Uh), what the f**k is Juice WRLD thinking?" (Yeah)
Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her gla**es (Damn)
.40 with a .30, that's a d**k, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that sh*t'll get your a** popped off
Got your b*t*h doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the gra** when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
.40 with a .30 that's a—
Ha, ya dig? (Yeah)
Ya dig? (Ya dig?)
.40 with a .30, that's a d**k, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that sh*t'll get your a** popped off
Got your b*t*h doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the gra** when I ride through (Hiss)
Got my nine (Yeah), pull up, blow it like a drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your b*t*h is an Xbox, play her like Game Room, ayy (Ya dig?)
I was tweakin' off the Percs, mix it with the shrooms, ayy (Damn)
Now I'm itchin' seein' shadows in my f**kin' room, ayy (Lucid dreams)
Cute chocolate b*t*h, that's a f**kin' Reese's (Uh)
Heard her n***a was talkin' sh*t, pull up on him and crease him (That's right)
Snort the Molly off her t**s, energy increasin'
Replenish me, prevent from finishing when I beat it, uh (Smash)
Rollie on my wrist, did it for the season (Uh)
Then I put a Patek on my wrist for no f**kin' reason (Gleam, gleam)
Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra, grrra, grra)
If a n***a try to take my sh*t, I'ma leave him bleedin' (B*t*h)
.40 with a .30, that's a d**k, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that sh*t'll get your a** popped off
Got your b*t*h doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the gra** when I ride through (Hiss hiss)
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
Ayy, bad lil' b*t*h, you know I seen her
She seen me, sell-out arenas
Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas
Take a n***a to the cleaners (Uh)
Even when I'm dressed like a bum I'm cleaner
All white ones with crack rock in the sneakers (Uh)
I'm ballin' out while they sittin' on the bleachers (Yeah)
Get rich just to go back and f**k on my teachers (Uh)
None of them believed in me either (Woo)
Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin' me (Woo)
N***a, I don't f**k with y'all people
Old hoes hit me up, I'm sorry
I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either (Hiss)
Yeah, I don't need 'em (Hiss)
Pretty b*t*h, good facial features (Uh)
Three blunts to the face then I eat her (Yeah)
Two Percs to the face, I'm geekin' (Uh)
Gotta put them down, I'm tweakin' (Uh)
Sometimes it feels like I need 'em (Uh)
Sometimes I feel so defeated (Uh)
My mind be racing like, "Damn (Uh), what the f**k is Juice WRLD thinking?" (Yeah)
Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her gla**es (Damn)
.40 with a .30, that's a d**k, no stock, pause (Pause)
Talkin' all that sh*t'll get your a** popped off
Got your b*t*h doin' cocaine 'till she lockjaw
Only did it once, don't know how it feels, you should ask her
Life of a rock star rap trapper
Keep me a guitar, AR, and a tractor
So I can see the snakes in the gra** when I ride through
Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru
