Juice WRLD - Unreleased

[Intro] (Run that back, Turbo) (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus] Uh, everyday I stand tall Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw Opps, chop a nigga just because Swerve, road rage hit the curb, ayy Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy Pop wheelies, pop Percs, ayy I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me" Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing [Refrain] Well, I fell in love with the bank Hell, I fell in love with my Wraith, yeah I fell in love with the Percs, yeah You could see it all over my face Well, I fell in love with the Margiela Got expensive taste, yeah Plus I keep a K, yeah (Blaow, blaow, blaow) Treat your block like a gun range, (Blaow), split heads Shot him in his shit, now his bitch give me head (Yeah) If I go broke, then it's back totin' poles Running in niggas houses, like, "Give me the bread" I'm up a couple of million, yeah (Oh yeah) More like several of million, yeah (Ye-, oh yeah) Plus, I made 3 mil' in a year It was more like a month Had to make this shit clear [Chorus] Every day, I stand tall Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw Opps, chop a nigga just because Swerve, road rage hit the curb, ayy Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy Pop wheelies, pop Percs, ayy I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me" Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing [Refrain] Well, I fell in love with the bank Hell, I fell in love with my Wraith, yeah I fell in love with the Percs, yeah You could see it all over my face Well, I fell in love with the Margiela Got expensive taste, yeah Plus I keep a K, yeah (Grahh, grahh, grahh) Treat your block like a gun range, (Grahh), split heads Shot him in his shit, now his bitch give me head (Yeah) If I go broke, then it's back totin' poles Running in niggas houses, like, "Give me the bread" I'm up a couple of million, yeah (Oh yeah) More like several of million, yeah (Ye-, oh yeah) Plus, I made 3 mil' in a year It was more like a month Had to make this shit clear [Chorus] Every day, I stand tall Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw Opps, chop a nigga just because Swerve, road rage hit the curb, ayy Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy Pop wheelies, pop Percs, ayy I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me" Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing

[Intro] Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants [Chorus] Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah [Verse 1] I'ma live my life like an oasis I remember strugglin', rappin' in a basement Came up on them M's, with no job application I guess all your hard work ain't payin' off, yeah Girl, if you come over, gotta take it off, yeah I don't pay for pussy, but I break it off, yeah Hit it, then I quit it, girl, that's all I want I have you addictеd like the drugs I'm on Treat my lovе like the Perc's, pop it for me, go berserk Spent ten on a shirt, you don't wanna know the work Saving hoes never works, fuck, do I look like a church? Still got a big heart, it's a gift and a curse [Chorus] Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah [Verse 2] Ganja in my Backwood, Perky in my system Niggas talking dumb, I'll up that choppa, I won't miss 'em All these bitches suckin' dick, but these niggas be kissin' 'em All I know is stack the money up, you know I'm gettin' it VVS my wrist, huh, gold on it like piss, uh You could suck a dick, if you ain't 'bout runnin' up this, uh I stay in my lane ho', I ain't never switch Nine-teen years old, grown man shit No father in my life, I'm on my own man shit Ayy, fuck the bank, money, count it up, bandit, uh Stain gang, take yo' shit, I guess I'm a bandit Too much sauce for these hoes, they can't handle it I can't have these hoes either, they be scandalous I'm gon' beat it up, destroy it, like I vandal'd it Aiming at your suit, cannot wear no candles, kid, yeah Huh, ayy, add it, up That lil', ho', she a, fuck she a slut Tu—pac hit 'em, up Ambu—lance, pick 'em, up I remember when my heart was broke So was my pockets though Now, I got a couple M's in my bank account, like— I can't hear you talking, ho' Fendi, Gucci, Louis in my closet, ho' I walk up in Chase, fifty k, make a deposit, ho' They still take it in when the bank is closed Came into the bank with a big load Niggas iffy, uh, sticky tucked, Gummo Closet really lookin' like a gun show Not in my house, lil' ho Feel like Mutombo Up, right, left, right, X and Y Hit 'em with a combo Niggas, they testify You's a snitch, ho' [Chorus] Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah [Verse 3] My bedroom a strip club, baby, take it off I don't pay for pussy, but I bet I'll break you off I be sippin' codeine whenever I got a cough Rockin' Fendi shoes while standin' over a loft Hit Saks Fifth, almost spent ten Pull up on 'em with that- I'm gon' fuck her, then I'll fuck her best friend My best friend, the new Smith & Wesson Yeah, yeah She from Toronto I fucked that bitch in my condo, don't let her mom know Servin' that shit like cilantro out of the condo Yeah, ayy AB&B, ho' You can't see, ho' They wanna see me, ho' I wanna be rich, but you a wannabe, ho' Ran up checks quick Couple m's, bitch I'm a Em', bitch Shady money, no slim, bitch [Chorus] Count it up, then grab the rubber bands I just spent that on a pair of pants I remember I was buying Vans Hurt your feelings when I tell you my advance I'm in L.A. walking in the sand, but tomorrow I might fly out to Japan Shorty wanna fuck, I told her that it all depends Can you suck it through the leather pants? Yeah

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Gunna] (Boy) Juice WRLD, we gone (I just told Richie we rich) [Chorus] Bitch, I'm on tour On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour" If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door .40 flip him, parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay [Verse 1] Married to this money, matrimony, holy Got the Gucci glasses for a reason, help me see the phony Perkies numb the pain, sometimes, only sometimes My baby numb the pain, long nights, wasn't alright Day after day, no peace, I'm drug pursuing Mom and dad, look at all the fucking drugs I'm doing I'm taking handout like you dad, you dad But ain't gon' end up like you dad, no bad dad Ma, I know I made you too mad I ain't bring home A's from my math class Every other day of school I would skip that Makes me wonder how I was even a high school grad, grad [Chorus] Bitch, I'm on tour On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour" If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door .40 flip him, parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay [Verse 2] I'm on the road, a hundred and thirty a show, boy Lookin' at that new Range Rove', I could really pay for it And I don't gotta slave for it Still a hard workin' nigga, like a slave, boy Got a two-liter, tune you up, pep, boy I'm a sick dog when I flex on them steroids, them boys Who the fuck is them boys? Oh, you fuck with them boys? Killed a few of them boys, and we down to kill they friends, boy Percocet's my friend, boy, popped a few of them, overdoin' them I called his bitch a loser, asked her why she even bool with him See, I would ruin him, .40 get to fuckin' and screwing him Start doing him, make shark bait food of him [Chorus] Bitch, I'm on tour On my way to Paris, hit 'em with a "Bonjour" If he want the smoke, we pull up to his front door .40 flip him, parkour Then his bitch wanna shoot a flick with me, hardcore I go bray, bitch, I'm gettin' paid, fuck that shit you say You in my way, chopper hit your face, take your soul away Like a-okay, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay, ayy Ayy, a-oh a-okay, a-oh a-okay

Studio Sessions Complete

[Intro] (Edsclusive) [Chorus] She's in my head like a melody, melody I fell in love, it was heavenly, heavenly We're in the groove, like the '70s, '70s Love conversations, irrelevant, 'relevant [Verse 1] I don't wanna waste your time Baby, don't waste mine Heard you were single for the night Heard it through the grapevine I was hoping I can stop time And make things alright Makin' out at the stop sign Tonight's gon' be a long night [Pre-Chorus] Why you lookin' at me like that, yeah? Do you wanna go back to the crib? 'Member we was up in L.A., yeah I was tryna show you how I live Hopefully, we don't get in this predicament A-a-a-again Hopefully, we don't get in any arguments A-a-a-again [Chorus] She's in my head like a melody, melody I fell in love, it was heavenly, heavenly We're in the groove, like the '70s, '70s Love conversations, irrelevant, irrelevant [Verse 2] Where the hell is my Promethazine? What does my sorrow bring? What will tomorrow bring, 'morrow bring? Where in the fuck is my baby, she's missing She's driving me crazy, she's driving me crazy, she's [Pre-Chorus] Why you lookin' at me like that, yeah? Do you wanna go back to the crib? 'Member we was up in L.A., yeah I was tryna show you how I live Hopefully, we don't get in this predicament A-a-a-again Hopefully, we don't get in any arguments A-a-a-again [Chorus] She's in my head like a melody, melody I fell in love, it was heavenly, heavenly We're in the groove, like the '70s, '70s Love conversations, irrelevant, irrelevant

[Intro] Tick-tock-tock-tick (Purps on the beat) Non-stop, ain't that right? Yeah, one, two, three, four It's a cold day in hell Earth is hot [Chorus] Met her in the summer (In the summer) Knew it was the fall of me (It was the fall of me) What made it such a bummer (Such a bummer) Is I gave the bitch all of me (I gave her all of me) I met her in the summer (In the summer) Led to the fall of me (Led to the fall of me) What was such a bummer (Such a bummer) Is I gave the bitch all of me [Verse 1] Uh, I gave her all of me, physically, spiritually, oh Fake spiritual ho Uh, I gave her all of me, mentally leavin' me cold Suckin' love from my soul Bitch, if you got bad intentions, this ain't Twitter, don't follow me I met you in Babylon, full of witches with bad intentions Tried to feed me to your dragon, he was gon' demolish me Demons runnin' out your lair, a dragon and a demon slayer [Bridge] Oh, I'll make you fall for me Oh, how the tables have turned, bridges getting reburned (Uh) Sip lean 'til I fall asleep That's the only potion I learned, how to mix up and churn [Chorus] Knew it was the fall of me (It was the fall of me) What made it such a bummer (Such a bummer) Is I gave the bitch all of me (I gave her all of me) I met her in the summer (In the summer) Led to the fall of me (Led to the fall of me) What was such a bummer (Such a bummer) Is I gave the bitch all of me [Verse 2] Remember, we raced Lambo's like we was going to Los Santos Have you ever crashed your car into your girl's car? Special Have you ever put a bullet into your girl's heart? Special Uh, .38 special, uh, .223 special Breaking the threshold Butterflies like prom night in a limo I just threw up Cupid's demo Like, cut that wack shit off Karate kid with it, I'll wax it off I ain't come here to pop no bottles, dawg But I'm in the club with a Molotov (Baow) Juice WRLD signin' out, bitch, I'm loggin' off Rockin' out with my collar popped and my molly popped I say Juice WRLD wildin' out, yeah, he goin' off In the crowd, with no fuckin' shirt, hoe​s reachin' for the crotch, I think not [Chorus] Met her in the summer (In the summer) Knew it was the fall of me (It was the fall of me) What made it such a bummer (Such a bummer) Is I gave the bitch all of me (I gave her all of me) I met her in the summer (In the summer) Led to the fall of me (Led to the fall of me) What was such a bummer (Such a bummer) Is I gave the bitch all of me