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Juice Wrld - Big Swag Studio Sesh Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Yeah-yeah
On that bitch, drip (Drip), on that bitch, ball (Ball)
In the studio (Yeah), had to turn my phone off (Off)
Workin' for a new car (Skrrt, skrrt), I'ma hit a burnout (Skrrrt)
Just to make these niggas mad, yeah, I go all out (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah)
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yеah)
On that bitch

[Post-Chorus]
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a chеck
[Verse 1]
Fallin', all my shots be fallin' (They be fallin')
Like Spalding, the way a young nigga be ballin', yeah (I be ballin')
Love Dior so much, fuck a price tag (Rich)
I need everything on the shoe rack (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Richer than a bitch, I can't go back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wavy nigga , fuck a durag
And fuck yo' crew, yeah
I heard they scared to shoot, yeah (Ya dig?)
And I heard they all be on the same shit
Hatin' the basic, lookin' at the money they ain't makin' (Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig?)
Sauce on 'em, drip on 'em, ball on 'em, yeah
Sauce on 'em, drip on 'em, ball on 'em, yeah

[Chorus]
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah)
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah)
On that bitch

[Post-Chorus]
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
[Verse 2]
Damn, would you look at the time (Tick tock)
The whole wide world is feelin' the vibe (Ya dig?)
Sit down, buckle up, it's a long ride (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
This a spaceship, all hands inside (Skrrt)
Zoom (Out here), past the hate
In the room (In the room), gravitate
From your doom (From your doom), to a new day (To a new)
I pour you up some lean with some D'ussé (Pour you up a few)
Not a role model, I just know how it go (Know how it go)
Do this for the kids, yeah, the fans at my shows (Fans at my shows)
If she don't love you, let her go, he a hater, let him know (Let him know)
Then throw them hundreds in the air and turn up the stereo (Rich, rich, rich)

[Chorus]
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah)
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah)
On that bitch

[Post-Chorus]
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I need a full red
Run up on me, you dead
You get this shot in the head
Bitch, I don't fuck with feds
I'm tryna fuck, yeah
Tell that bitch open her legs
I do not fuck with feds
Take this gun to the head
Designer my clothes, yeah
Designer my drugs, yeah
Designer my hoes, yeah
Xanny, Perc', yeah
Xanny, Percocet, it feel perfect, yeah
Dumpin' on yo' set, nigga, fuck it
I'm with all the fuck shit, so high, I can't function, yeah
I pop pills 'til I fuck up my stomach, yeah
Give her pipes 'til she call me a plumber, yeah
He go dumb on that shit, I go dumber, yeah
Run up on me, that .40's a dumper, yeah
I'm a dog with this shit, yes, I hump her, yeah
I go shoot, bitch, like Iman, no Shumpert, yeah
I pop Xans, I do Percs, that's for comfort, yeah
Run up on me, then you better take cover, yeah
.40 on me, get to shootin', get to bussin', yeah
Sick of niggas, started takin' Robitussin, yeah
Ain't with fightin', ain't with fussin', ain't with tusslin', yeah
Run up on me, chopper causin' an eruption, yeah
Huh, clip up in my pants like an erection, yeah
Freestyle, boy, this shit look like perfection, yeah
Got my hand on my money and my weapon, yeah
I got first to you, that bitch sloppy seconds, yeah
Huh, money, pussy, power, that's a preference, yeah
Open up like a Christmas present, yeah
I'm a king, you's a goddamn peasant, yeah
Run up on me, .40 teach you a lesson, yeah
Huh, you ain't gettin' money, get to steppin', yeah
Huh, never in my life have I felt threatened, yeah
Huh, pop pills and the pain lessens
But, I don't learn lessons, yeah (Ha, ha, ayy)
Pull up on the scenes, just me and my weapon, yeah
Huh, made another day, it's a blessing, yeah
Huh, let's go on a date up in heaven
[Chorus]
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah)
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah)
On that bitch

[Post-Chorus]
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check

[Verse 4]
Bro said he'll be off the drugs in the field
I was taught to rob the plugs, taught to steal
If a nigga in our way, he get killed
Huh, that's for real, huh, that's for real
Fuck how you feel
It's all about the dollar bills
If I get locked up, no I won't squeal, uh, that's for real
I don't remember what happened anyway, I was off of the pills, for real
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Choppa on me, big dog
You want beef, then a nina get you steak sauce
Pockets fat, no diet, bitch, Rick Ross
R. Kelly with these hoes, they be pissed off, yeah
Sippin' on the crystal
VVS up in my wrist just like some crystals, huh
Ballin' hard like Chris Paul
You nigga funny to me like Chris Rock (Chris Rock, Chris Rock)
Bullets sharp, then a bitch like, "En garde," ha, ha
Break yo' back then yo' heart, yeah
Huh, nina in the truck, I'm gon' spark it
Roll that weed up and spark it
Two hits, then I'm dancin' with them Martians
Yeah, like Marvin, huh, ayy
Look, I'm the chief, I'm the sergeant, yeah, ayy
Only one of me, fuck a squadron
I feel like Future, Hendrix I'm honest
I'm just bein' honest, purple passion
Hit from the back, damn, then she backspin
Why you cappin'? I know redcoats
Like what's brackin'? That's on God, I go hard
Put that on my squad, .40 on me, bodyguard
He'll tear you apart, you get stomped right in the yard
Tear your mans apart, I don't know why he start
Dread my head just like I'm Coolio
Ballin' like I'm Rubio
Catch me in the newest whip fuckin' on the newest ho
Ballin' out like Kobe, oh
Huh, make the gun sing, that bitch look like OVO

[Chorus]
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah)
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah)
On that bitch

[Post-Chorus]
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check

[Verse 5]
Put that knife around my heart, .40 with a dart
I'll tear yo' ass apart, put that on the gang
Yeah, I put that on the squad, I put that on God
I put that on God, I'ma get rich, yeah
Every goddamn, goin' down, goin' hard
Huh, pull your card
Huh, .40 on me, I don't need no bodyguard
Huh, fuck that second place shit, I'm takin' charge, huh
Yeah, you'll get stomped like the yard, that's on God, on Allah, huh


Yeah, on my gang, on my squad, oh my God, I go hard, ha, yeah, ayy
That's just how it is, that's just how we are (That's just how we are, just how we are)
That's on God, oh my God
Yeah, I go hard, yeah, that's on God
Yeah, I take charge, yeah, I'ma fuck yo' bitch up in my front yard
Yeah, doin' Percs up in my front yard
Yeah, oh ménage, yeah, ménage à trois
Yeah, she drop her top, yeah, to give me top
Yeah, that's on God, huh
Yeah, yeah, baby, that's on God, huh
Yeah, yeah, I cannot deny
I'm so different, I ain't like those other guys
You should listen, to all of they other cries
They not like I, huh, ayy, they fake niggas up in this bitch

[Chorus]
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball
Hater mad, hater really pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
Do yo' dance on they ass, make 'em pissed off (Yeah, yeah)
On that big swag (Yeah), on that big sauce (Yeah)
On that bitch, drip (Yeah), on that bitch, ball (Yeah)
On that bitch

[Post-Chorus]
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check
Young rich nigga drippin' and flexin'
Young rich nigga run up a check

[Outro]
You know how it goes
Fans at my shows
Let him know
Ya dig?