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Juice Wrld - Gta Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
One hit
Feel like I hit the lotto (Lotto)
I could fuck your mom, though
Rollie on me, cost a car note (Ring)
Pull up on the scene like a car show (Skrrt)
Bitch tried to scan like a barcode (Yeah)
You're like Nemo, he a grinch that stole that Lilo (Skrt, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fresh to death, halo (Huh)
Codeine in my fuego (Ya dig, huh)
Bad lil' bitch, hello (Ya dig, huh)
What's her tone? Yellow (Hey, huh)
Backwoods, cigarillos (Yeah)
I smoke a zip of Gelato (Dope, yeah)
Fendi's cost your car note (Cash)
That's a Monte Carlo (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Brick like I'm El Chapo (Bricks, ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Skrt, yeah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks, bricks, ya dig?)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I'ma gon' fuck yo' bitch, send her back over there, yeah (Yeah yeah yeah)
VVS on my wrist, it look like a solar flare, yeah (Yeah yeah yeah)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, what, huh, like I don't care, yeah (Blaow, blaow, grah)
Got yo' bitch walkin' in Dior underwear, yeah, yeah (Lil' ho)
Had to put drip on her (Yeah)
She top me up, ain't wanna fuck, she had a fish odor (Sloppy top)
Diamonds so big on my wrists, bitch like a wrist boulder (Like a wrist)
She gon' fuck me first, why? Because my wrist colder (Ya dig? Freeze freeze freeze)
Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of dead pres' (Yeah, huh)
On my wrist a Rollie, try to take it you a dead man (Shine, drop)
Yo' lil' bitch a trophy, I'm just tryna fuck her (Shine, yeah)
You be tryna cock block, you should be a goalie (Huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego (Yeah)
Bad lil' bitch, hello (Ring)
What's her tone? Yellow (Yeah)
Backwoods, cigarillos (Smoke, yeah)
I smoke a zip of Gelato (Zip, yeah)
Fendi's cost your car note (Cash)
That's a Monte Carlo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks, ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Yeah, Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Yeah, skrrt)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks bricks bricks, ya dig?)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
(Ya dig?)
Show night at the Apollo (Apollo)
I done went push start, auto (Auto)
Paint the Hellcat marshmallow (Marshmallow)
I smoke Backwoods, not a 'rello (not a 'rello)
I'm talkin' to the money, say, "Hello" (Hello)
Young Gunna really came out the ghetto (The ghetto)
Got some bitches, and they do what I say so (Say so)
Crazy but it's true, I don't play games like Halo (Like Halo)
It's hard to stop drinking juice, rest in peace to Fredo
My niggas pull up and shoot, raid your shit like mayo (Like mayo)
Walkin' around the shoot, with a deuce and a Faygo (Deuce and a Faygo)
Bitch so bad, I flew her and her friends to Barbados (Barbados)
Just so we can go shopping and chill, and lay low (Lay low)
Brand new Chanel White friends, I feel like Fabo (Feel like Fabo)
Swervin' 'round in that new Benz, I feel like Herbo (Feel like Herbo)

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego
Bad lil' bitch, hello
What's her tone? Yellow
Backwoods, cigarillos
I smoke a zip of Gelato
Fendi's cost your car note
That's a Monte Carlo
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Feel like I hit the lotto
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Skrrt)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Skrrt)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Yeah)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)