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Shit Talk by Juice WRLD [Hook: Juice Wrld]
I go so hard, I go so hard
I’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
We don’t say sh*t at all we don’t like that sh*t talk
Ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off
I sip wockhardt with the moonrock
In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic
Your sh*t ain’t there yet, put some drip on it
I take you whole check, and than I sh*t on it

[Verse 1: Juice Wrld]
Rollie white as f**k like I just put a brick on it
Your Rollie fake as f**k boy you can hear the tick on it
The way she sucked me up I thought it was a tick on me
I get the money than I split it with my big homies
You show your man off that nigga ain’t got sh*t on me
My clothing like my state of mind I got Revenge on me
F&N on me thats a sick homie
Not big enough my sh*t will smoke you like a cig homie
I bought a couple Gucci coats cause it’s a cold world
I dropped the pill in the lean watch it fizz on me
Ain’t enough love for me in the whole world
My apologies my heart be getting big on me

[Hook: Juice Wrld]
I go so hard, I go so hard
I’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
We don’t say sh*t at all we don’t like that sh*t talk
Ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off
I sip wockhardt with the moonrock
In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic
Your sh*t ain’t there yet, put some drip on it
I take you whole check, and than I sh*t on it

[Verse 1: Juice Wrld]
Sip so much everyone think I’m gon’ die on em’
I put my heart into this sh*t like I just cried on it
My brother flippin’ in his grave there’s niggas lyin’ on him
His homies wasn’t ever my homies
Niggas get to shootin’ like they Prigioni
I get lean straight from Houston, that’s the Whitney on me
You see that bag round my neck, that’s the semi on me
If I got a backpack it’s probably cause it’s a titty on it
I spent ten-racks all on shoes, hella kicks on me
It make me feel some type of way, like my name Rich Homie
New Balenciaga’s on me I bought two pairs
They ain’t runners but you niggas know I’m still runnin’

[Hook: Juice Wrld]
I go so hard, I go so hard
I’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk
We don’t say sh*t at all we don’t like that sh*t talk
Ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off
I sip wockhardt with the moonrock
In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic
Your sh*t ain’t there yet, put some drip on it
I take you whole check, and than I sh*t on it