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Juice Wrld - Come On Wit It Heat Seekers Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, huh
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone (Yeah, yeah)
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Uh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone
Runnin' up bands then I blow 'em on Melrose
First class baby, hell yeah, I got legroom
Uh, what the head do? Suck me in my bedroom

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci leather jacket, thriller, I'm that Michael Jackson, nigga
Choppa actin' like a singer, lil' Toni Braxton in this
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Comе on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, comе on with it

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Ayy, young and paid, what'd you say? What'd you say?
Put that money on ya' head, would you pay? Would you pay?
All these niggas salty, chip, Frito-Lay
All this money on me, .40 on me, I'm rich
Keep my heater (Heater), she's a keeper (Keeper)
Bullets heatseekers, they gon' seek ya' (See ya')
Jeepers Creepers, my pockets are greener (Greener)
Deeper, in the skeezer (Skeezer)
My music in the speakers (Speakers)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone
Runnin' up bands then I blow 'em on Melrose
First class baby, hell yeah, I got legroom
Uh, what the head do? Suck me in my bedroom

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci leather jacket, thriller, I'm that Michael Jackson, nigga
Choppa actin' like a singer, lil' Toni Braxton in this
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it

[Verse 2: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
I hit any city, trend like Twitter
That's 'cause I'm that fuckin' nigga (Uh-huh)
Thinkin' fans want pics, they stop for Juice WRLD (Uh-huh)
I forgot lil' bro was lit up (Uh-huh)
50 bands ain't shit, what's that to you girl? (Uh-huh)
Spend that on my neck, on glitter (Yeah)
Throw 15 then fuck the V.I.P up (Yeah)
You know I ain't no regular nigga (Yeah)
Dapper Dan, my sweater was 600 (Uh-huh)
Fuck is you hating nigga, get up and get some (Uh-huh)
I smoke a blunt to the face, then I plot and I pray how to run some more M's up (Uh-huh)
Pullin' out the Lambo, sick of the Benz truck (Yeah, what? Skrrt)
It's tinted out, get my dick sucked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior leather cost me six bucks (Uh-huh)
Channel drip like 2600 (Uh-huh)
You broke niggas really is funny (Uh)
Far, far away act like you gon' trap me, no I'll be ready to kill someone (Uh-huh)
You far, far away, how the fuck you gon' find me?
Act like you out in the field or somethin' (Uh-huh)
I flexed up like I got a deal or somethin'
300k in jet fuel, feel real love
Make him stare twice like it ain't real or somethin'
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Flex on the jet, got the feds on my cell phone
Runnin' up bands then I blow 'em on Melrose
First class baby, hell yeah, I got legroom
Uh, what the head do? Suck me in my bedroom

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci leather jacket, thriller, I'm that Michael Jackson, nigga
Choppa actin' like a singer, lil' Toni Braxton in this
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it
Come on with it, come on with it, yeah, yeah, come on with it