Juice WRLD - Big Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
BitchMan, this life shit gettin` crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I`m sick and tired of these hatin`
Ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple
Seconds, man, shit

Fuck nigga
Uh, yeah
I`m on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I`m feeling like I am the best
I done Metta Word Peace to
Myself like I`m Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach
Make this shit hard to digest

Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I`ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain`t payin` a hundred thousand
Get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it`s ironic how that
Pump made him pump his breaks
I ain`t Lil Pump but I got double
Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain
Like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I`m talkin` `bout Gucci Mane
That lil` bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin` some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let`s go)
She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
Fuck is you doin` here? Why is you shootin` here?
Doin` it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin` it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand up and hit it
From the back I`ma still get laid
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let`s get it)
Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
Fuckin` with a Philadelphia bitch

Yeah, I`m super rich, I could pay your rent
Rollie doesn`t tick
Chopper with the tints
Pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin` rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget
Man, I don`t forget shit
You don`t know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don`t forget shit
Uh, yeah
I`m on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I`m feeling like I am the best
I done Meta Word Peace to myself like I`m Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach
Make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I`ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah