Lrc Player

Carry it

Juice wrld
[03:13.06]·
This lyric sheet isn't paired with a song yet, so lines are shown but won't sync or seek.

[00:02.47] Uh-huh, yeah...

[00:05.93] I'ma talk some shit (Gezin), uh-huh, yeah

[00:10.44] I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 Mafia)

[00:15.75] Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah)

[00:17.61] The niggas with me don't really speak no English

[00:19.73] They scream and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)

[00:21.31] I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat

[00:23.17] Who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)

[00:25.05] These niggas don't really be niggas

[00:26.64] These niggas be bitches (Sheesh), who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)

[00:28.50] Chow Lee 'Diss Track Maybe' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified

[00:30.90] Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Gra, gra)

[00:32.49] Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)

[00:33.03] Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Brra)

[00:34.64] Make it look scarier (Let's go, brra)

[00:36.50] Ain't been this high in a long time (Yеah)

[00:38.37] Everyday my money on time (Yеah)

[00:40.21] Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah)

[00:42.08] Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go)

[00:44.22] Strap, aim at your noodle, yes, yes

[00:45.82] That's what amateurs do (Brra, brra)

[00:47.70] Bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo

[00:51.94] I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (Brra, brra)

[00:54.08] Leave his ass sick like the flu

[00:55.40] Bad bitches, need two, yeah

[00:57.26] Don't trust him, he fool, yeah

[00:58.85] Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes

[01:00.44] Virgil Abloh on me too (Come on)

[01:02.31] Fresh ass nigga, all these pest ass niggas

[01:03.37] I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (Boom)

[01:04.44] I'm a vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga

[01:08.98] Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass nigga (Ayy)

[01:09.79] They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga (Sick 'em)

[01:11.93] I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga (Sick 'em, sick 'em)

[01:13.00] Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)

[01:14.59] Money the age of an old fellow (Yeah, yeah)

[01:16.18] Nicknamed my .45 Mayweather

[01:18.05] It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner

[01:19.89] Got the pot on the stove, super chef

[01:21.50] I'm 2Pac with the juice, Makaveli

[01:23.37] Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready

[01:24.97] Dunk on the bitch, I'm rim-rattle McGrady

[01:27.10] Ice on your bitch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)

[01:29.22] Dick so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh)

[01:31.06] I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)

[01:32.93] There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy)

[01:34.79] You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (Ayy)

[01:36.65] I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (Ayy)

[01:38.26] She been lovin' the way I been fuckin' her lately (Ayy)

[01:40.10] Fuck around, fuck around, give her a baby (Ayy)

[01:43.04] Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)

[01:44.64] Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)

[01:46.51] Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Blaow)

[01:48.39] Make it look scarier (Let's go)

[01:50.27] Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah)

[01:52.12] Every day my money on time (Yeah)

[01:53.98] Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah)

[01:55.86] Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Yeah)

[01:57.72] Uh, um, I remember I was on the run

[01:59.31] I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke

[02:01.86] No, I ain't have no dough so I was tryna get me some

[02:04.52] Tryna rob me, nah

[02:05.58] Tryna rob me, nigga, you dumb, best believe I'm gon' keep one

[02:08.22] Got a 30 and a drum, got a horny ass gun on me

[02:10.38] I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum

[02:11.91] Got a horny-ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on

[02:14.35] I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah

[02:16.20] Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah

[02:18.05] Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah

[02:20.20] Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot tri gun, yeah

[02:23.64] So many drugs around me, if you with me you gon' try some, yeah

[02:27.38] I dip the blunt in the Actavis

[02:28.70] I pour a four with a potion, I'm passionate

[02:30.41] I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages

[02:32.27] Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics

[02:34.12] Radical but I move highly irrational

[02:35.98] Beat a nigga ass in the club like Raditz

[02:37.84] Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'

[02:39.70] 'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

[02:42.10] Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)

[02:43.96] Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)

[02:45.81] Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Yeah)

[02:47.67] Make it look scarier (Let's go, Gezin)

[02:49.53] Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah)

[02:51.40] Everyday my money on time (Yeah)

[02:53.27] Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah, 8-8-8-808 Mafia)

[02:55.13] Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Yeah)