Juice WRLD - Unreleased

[Intro] (Hey Southside, where'd you get all that drip?) And these Percs got me (Southside on the track, yeah) Damn, folk, turn this shit down And these Percs got me, Percs got me Yeah [Verse] Percs got me feeling like a whole different nigga Switch up to the glizzy, that's a whole different trigger My lil' gun a thot, it fuck niggas and fuck bitches (Ooh, ayy) I'm a rich nigga, he broke, you see the difference? (Ooh, ayy, yeah) I'm gon' fuck this beat and make it cum fast (Ooh, ayy) I'm gon' fuck the bank and make it come fast (Ayy) If I spend this money, I'ma make it all back (Ayy, ayy, yeah) On the rails, but I'm off track (Ayy, yeah, ayy) Give 'em hell, that's what I did (Ayy, yeah) This a mansion, where I live (Ayy, yeah) Dirty dancin' in my crib (Yeah, yeah) Put my hands on my bitch Keep a glizzy Fuck with gang, you know it's gettin' busy I don't fuck with niggas, fuck with bitches I guess I'm petty Well, at least I'm ready Cutting that shit like machete I'm on whole 'nother leve— Run up on me then it's over .40 on me, and I shoot it one time, then I put you right up into that coma I'm smokin' loud, that aroma Got me babying like stroller, in her throat like a Ricola Alexander Wang, I'm gon' do my thang I be with my clan, no, we not Wu-Tang (Yeah) How we hang? Let that .40 bang (Yeah) Clip, it hang, yeah, do it's thang I'm out with the gang, don't get rearranged They say life's a book, I'm gon' turn the page On the stage, I rage, yeah, I rage On the stage, I rage, I rage Remember, minimum wage, ooh, that was back in them days (Ooh) Pull up on the scene, go bray' (Ooh) Beats, like Dr. Dre (Ooh) Bad lil' bitch from the bay, ooh, said she wanna be my bae Fucked her then leave it a day I spray a nigga like mace Choppa on me, don't kick mace Shoot a nigga in his face Anime, anime, cape Whip it, like anime That lil' bitch, she cool, but that lil' bitch can't stay Pull my choppa out the closet, my choppa gay See both sides like Chanel I get buckets like pills White bitch, she pale Crackin' cars, hit a whale Huh, yeah Did a lot of shit to get where I'm at I'm here, ballin' like a Knick' Ballin' like a Piston, perky make me itch Every day, I'm itchin', countin' up the shit Used to whip them bricks, water whippin' in the kitchen That was how I'm living, you niggas ain't know shit Take, take, I'ma take yo' bitch Ayy, ayy, we pull up with them sticks Ayy, ayy, you know that's how it is

[Intro] Hahahaha, Nick you're stupid Mm, yee-haw (Huh, yeah) [Chorus] All alone (All alone) Fighting (Fighting) On my own (On my own) Fighting (Fighting) All alone (All alone) Fighting-ing (Fighting) On my own (On my own) Fighting [Verse 1] Jump out my sleep, demons haunting Me in my memories (My memories) Did this happen? (Did this happen?) Or was that a dream? I, I, I can't seem to grip reality [Pre-Chorus] Oh, was it a dream? Oh, was it a dream? (Huh, yeah) [Chorus] All alone (All alone) Fighting (Fighting) On my own (On my own) Fighting (Fighting) All alone (All alone) Fighting-ing (Fighting) On my own (On my own) Fighting [Verse 2] Don't know where to go I am in the cold, huh, uh It's a lonely road The ones who know, know Yeah, the devil throwin' low blows Back to the wall, bitch, oh no They ask me how I'm feelin', I say, “So-so" Even when I feel low, low [Pre-Chorus] Oh, was it a dream? Oh, was it a dream? (Huh, yeah) [Chorus] All alone (All alone) Fighting (Fighting) On my own (On my own) Fighting (Fighting) All alone (All alone) Fighting-ing (Fighting) On my own (On my own) Fighting

Cbmix Leak

From Googly’s Instagram Live.

[Chorus] I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah) These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah) Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah) Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 1] I'm a grown-ass man, but look at these boys (Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah-yeah) Shh, shh, shh, they ain't makin' no noise (Yeah, yeah-yeah) I'm like took, took, took, I spit on these boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Kel-Tec and Draco gon' get rid of these boys (Yeah, yeah-yeah) He said he can see the ho' in me, I'm like, "Nigga, you right" (You right) 'Til he see me slide (Slide), look the killer in his eyes They tell me that I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm appalled, I'm obliged Hell yeah, fuckin' right, livin' legend in his prime When I'm in the booth, it ain't shit that they can do Tryna' put dishonesty on me, ain't no lyin' on the truth Like nigga, who the fuck are you? You must be a fool, mad that she ain't fuckin' you But she put it on my crew Uh, this a chess game, better watch your move No limit my gang, down to make a move Cameras out, girl, let's make a movie Back it up, back it up, Juulin' [Chorus] I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah) These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah) Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah) Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 2] Ashes, ashes, they all fall down (Yeah, yeah, fall down) Fuck waitin' for the money, gotta get it right now (I need to get it right now) Rolling Loud, pipe down, Rolling Loud, jump in the crowd (Jump in the crowd) It's goin' up, turnin' around, hit from the back, turn around (Yeah, yeah, yeah) These nigga can't ball at all (Uh), these nigga foul They can't even step foot on my court, these niggas out of bounds (Lil' bitch) Can't fuck with me, I got the touch, I shoot from all around Everything I do, I do it well, player all around (Ooh) Count the stars in the sky before you count me out (Ooh) A lot of these people was hatin' on me, they was hopin' I fell, it was full of the doubt (Ooh) I don't got time for that shit now (Ooh) Positivity if you gon' be around Cheers, it's been a hell of a year I thank God I'm here I really thank him He exposed all the real shit and make it clear [Chorus] I can't pick up, because I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Oh), yeah I'm too busy ballin' (Uh-huh), shot-callin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'll give it my all (Uh-huh, uh-huh), yeah, I'll give it my all (Yeah), yeah Don't know what you wanna call it (Uh-huh), a Percaholic (Yeah) These pills got me stargazin' (Yeah), feelin' like nostalgia (Yeah) Don't know what you wanna call it (Yeah), you niggas hot garbage (Yeah) Won't let you steal the sauce (Uh), no, that is not an option (Uh, uh, uh)

Intro] Ooooooh-ooooooh-oh Ah [Verse 1] My wrists still bloody from last night's mistake Too many pills, I can't feel a damn thing Don't know how to feel about love and hate Emotions, emotions, they're all the same thing But it ain't bothering me High as fuck, what the fuck? Bitch, I'm out of your reach Fuck yo' college, all the shit they teach me, nothin' to me I'll get a tattoo on my dick to give you something to read, read [Chorus] Hahaha (Another prayer) Uh, uh, uh, uh O-oh, o-oh, oh O-oh, o-oh, oh O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 2] I don't need it The devil kind of mad, I broke off our agreement He said he want my soul, I told him he can keep it 'Cause I don't need it I've already been living in hell, four seasons I guess it's time to leave Sometimes I wanna die, does that make me a wannabe? My lives blacked out, no memories [Chorus] Hahaha Uh, uh, uh, uh O-oh, o-oh, oh O-oh, o-oh, oh O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh O-oh, o-oh, oh, oh, oh

Uh, damn (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Damn, damn, damn (Yee-haw) I told her I need sexual healing (Ooh, I) I told her I need that sexual healing (Oh, oh) I don't want no nothing to heal me (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Ya dig? (Ooh) Triple 9 on my wrist With the AP tint (Woah) [Chorus] I told her I need sexual healing, ya dig? Twenty years old, ran up the millions, ya dig? Twenty years old, havin' oxycodone nasal-drip (Uh) Say she taste it when we kiss She ain't like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff (Let's go, let's go, let's go) [Post-Chorus] Kinda like your mother, prolly 'cause she older than the kid Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch She left her XBOX, he was tryna control her with this shit I wonder why I- (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 1] Like, is that nigga a cop? (Uh-huh) I pull up on his block, got my hand on my Glock, you run up get popped (Uh-huh) I done ran up the bands, go straight to the top, so I can't stop (Uh-huh) I ball they watch (Uh-huh) Audemar on the clock (Uh-huh) Put the dick in the Glock (Uh-huh) I remember selling rocks (Uh-huh) So, the lights stay on, I hit Neiman Marcus when I shop (Uh-huh) I fuck her so good that she can't speak (Slatt, slatt) No, she can't talk (Uh-huh) All she said (Uh-huh), "Beat the pussy up 'til it's dead" (Uh-huh) We can box like Mayweather, but the match is in between her legs (Uh-huh) [Chorus] I told her I need sexual healing, ya dig? Twenty years old, ran up the millions, ya dig? Twenty years old, havin' oxycodone nasal-drip (Uh) Say she taste it when we kiss She ain't like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff (Let's go, let's go, let's go) [Post-Chorus] Kinda like your mother, prolly 'cause she older than the kid (Ooh) Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch (Ooh) She left her XBOX, he was tryna control her with this shit (Ooh) I wonder why I- (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2] All her old niggas hoes (Uh-huh) That's for sure (Uh, uh) Shorty gonna touch her toes (Uh, uh) For my bros, for my bros, for my bros (Uh) Uh, shorty where'd you go? I can't do it on my own Give him 6 out the Glizzy, like Drake with his woes Codeine stains on my clothes, I'm a dope fiend Don't let anybody know about me Yeah, yeah, yeah, Perc 30 nose bleeds, lean with it Choppa on me, make him take off, track team She tell me I'm a jerk, I tell her, “I ain't that mean“ She told me that she love me, I don't know what that means I'm too busy off oxy', baby, I'm scratching [Chorus] I told her I need sexual healing, ya dig? Twenty years old, ran up the millions, ya dig? Twenty years old, havin' oxycodone nasal-drip (Look the fuck out) Say she taste it when we kiss She ain't like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff

.40 with a .30 that's a— Ha, ya dig? (Yeah) Ya dig? [Chorus] .40 with a 30, that’s a dick, no stock, pause (Pause) Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off Got your bitch 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 grass when I ride through (Hiss) Got my nine (Yeah), pull up, blow it like a drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] I got crack, I'ma serve it out the drive-thru (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Your bitch 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 fuckin’ room, ayy (Lucid dreams) Cute chocolate bitch, that’s a fuckin' Reese’s (Uh) Heard her nigga was talkin' shit, pull up on him and crease him (That's right) Snort the Molly off her tits, 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 fuckin’ reason (Gleam, gleam) Automatic in my grip, got it for a reason (Grrra, grrra, grra) If a nigga try to take my shit, I'ma leave him bleedin' (Bitch) [Chorus] .40 with a 30, that's a dick, no stock, pause (Pause) Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off Got your bitch 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 grass when I ride through (Hiss, hiss) Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru [Verse 2] Ayy, bad lil' bitch, you know I seen her She seen me, sell-out arenas Gun on me, Gilbert Arenas Take a nigga 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 fuck on my teachers (Uh) None of them believed in me either (Woo) Now they hit my Twitter congratulatin' me (Woo) Nigga, I don't fuck with y'all people Old hoes hit me up, sorry I wasn't tryin' to make love to y'all either (Hiss) Yeah, I don't need ya (Hiss) Pretty bitch, 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 fuck is Juice WRLD thinking?" (Yeah) Momma told me I look happy, I told her clean her glasses (Damn) [Chorus] .40 with a 30, that's a dick, no stock, pause (Pause) Talkin' all that shit'll get your ass popped off Got your bitch 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 grass when I ride through Got my nine, pull up, blow it like a drive-thru