Video Shotta Flow Juice Wrld Leaked Extended Feature de Juice Wrld 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Shotta Flow Juice Wrld Leaked Extended Feature Lyrics

[Feature: Juice WRLD]
Hold on
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I fucked that bitch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I fucked that bitch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't fuck with these niggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger, uh, yeah
Imma go get 'em, she on my dick hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her "go figure"
She suck through the Tommy's, I’m talkin Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That bitch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to 2 cause I am not the 1, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other niggas they gone
R.I.P to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That’s just how it is
I’m in the bank, makin’ it flip, talkin’ that shit
I hit yo bitch just like a lick
I’m with the shits, I pass the 'Roc
Ain’t no assist, bitch on my cock
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin’ it Pac, yuh
I’m in the cut with the nina
I’m wettin’ it up like this shit Aquafina
You run up on me then I’m servin’ em’ bullets like tennis balls
Nigga ain’t talkin’ Serena
All of my niggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo bitch, fuck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I’m killin’
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don’t want no smoke
All of these niggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes
Run up on me like a like a, whoo, Facebook post, lil nigga, you poked, uh
I'm a rich nigga you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a hoe, yuh
Run up on me, let's go, bop, bop, bop
Choppa on go, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, whoo
Breath in and out, uh
I had to catch my breath, yuh
Now imma spazz on they ass
I'll leave 'em leaking on maxi pad
Hotter than a nigga in New York with bag full of clothes, tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a nigga that chopper blast
Told you I could not do battle rap
Fuck ass nigga try to battle that
Shaquille O'Neal rim rattle that
Niggas they snitch, they tattle that, uh
Send that shit back, uh, damn
You must be dope, bitch I'm crack, yeah, uh, damn
A couple of grams to be exact, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Shit, I'm young, rich and black, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
So you know they hating that
I'm finna spazz on they ass if you know it
You run up on me then I'm shooting it's over
I got wear words, they call me a poet, damn
Run up on me then I'm soaking that .40 on me and you know that it's blowing
You know that I'm toting
Your bitch is a hoe and you know that she going, uh
I met that bitch on a low and I picked her up in a hot ride, we smoking, uh
Hotbox in the new whip, with a new bitch
I don't even know her name, yeah
Run up on me that's ok, gotta AK on me it's at your brain, yeah
I put my dick in yo' main, yeah
I just may go snatch yo' chain, yeah
Bring it back, mhm
I sell that shit to the gang, mhm
I sell that shit to the gang, uh
Run up, I may snatch yo' chain, uh
I sell that shit to the gang
Can't you niggas see the difference
Every day I'm on the different shit
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yeah
Fuck niggas can't get with it
Transform like I'm Witwicky
In the new car, boy I'm quick with it
With a white bitch and she still sniffing
From the shit, I bought her last night
Jetlagged from the last flight
Scuffed up the pair of black Mike's
That I bought when I was up at L.A., huh
Switch it up calm like a sex change, uh
.40 on my hip like a gun range, uh
Pull up a nigga like ok, huh
Man down bitch no mayday, uh
Westwood, I think I could rap forever
I think I could rap forever
No matter where I'm at, no matter the continent
I could probably rap wherever, uh
I could spit whatever, uh
(?) take a bitch, whatever, uh
They setting plays for the kid, uh
They set the pick whenever
Imma go in one more time
I dropped the bitch like a dime, mhm
She fall in love with the words, uh
Then she fall in love with the lines, uh
It is a difference, It is a diff-, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck it
I'm just tryna catch a vibe
Wheezy outta here