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Juice Wrld - Lit Sticks Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Amiri on me, they came with the rips, ya' dig)
Yeah, yeah, (Try to run up on me nigga, that shit ripped, ya' dig)
Oh, oh (Uh)
Ya' dig

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Hundred-fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take your bitch, you dig? (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, you dig? (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, you dig? (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, you dig? (Pop it like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

[Verse 1]
I remember, I was broke, last December, in my home (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Recording music so I could post and get my clout up on them hoes
Now a nigga got a million plus a couple million, uh (Uh, grrah)
I'm the realest in the building when I walk in the building, uh-uh-uh (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, look at that belt, Hermès
Look at that vintage Versace, nigga, you can't cop it
She a pantie droppin' thot, and she love the wristwatch (Yeah, yeah)
Look at the way I up my AP and that bitch heart stop (Gleam, gleam, gleam)
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hundred-fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take yo' bitch, you dig? (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, you dig? (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, you dig? (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, you dig? (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

[Verse 2]
I bought a couple Monclers for the winter, I can't wait 'til it get cold
These niggas in my DM tweaking thinking that I sold my soul
Nah, it's just hard work and blessings, I'm thankful
I could've been in jail or dead, Lord knows I came close (For real)
Everything worked out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I could flex up on these niggas, I don't even gotta work out
Freestyle, fuck a written, I ain't writin' shit down
Just tearin' shit down and shuttin' shit down

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh
Ya' dig (Yeah)
[Chorus]
3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hundred-fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take your bitch, you dig? (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, you dig? (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, you dig? (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, you dig? (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit