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Carry It

Juice WRLD
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[00:02.89] Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah, I'ma talk some shit), (Gezin), uh-huh, yeah

[00:10.60] I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 Mafia)

[00:15.11] Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah)

[00:17.50] The niggas with me don't really speak no English

[00:19.35] They scream, and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)

[00:21.22] I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat, who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)

[00:24.93] These niggas don't really be niggas, these niggas be bitches (Sheesh)

[00:27.32] Who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)

[00:28.66] Let's go

[00:29.00] Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Grrah, grrah)

[00:30.81] Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh yeah, yeah)

[00:32.67] Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Brrah), make it look scarier (Let's go, brrah)

[00:36.17] Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)

[00:38.29] Every day, my money on time (Yeah)

[00:40.16] Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)

[00:44.42] Strap, aim at your noodle

[00:45.76] Yes, that's what amateurs do (Brrah, brrah)

[00:47.87] Bitch, I'm a dog (Yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo (Woof, woof, woof)

[00:51.86] I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (Brrah, brrah), leave his ass sick like the flu (Okay)

[00:55.31] Bad bitches, need two, yeah, don't trust him, he fool, yeah (Hold on)

[00:59.03] Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes

[01:00.35] Virgil Abloh on me too (C'mon)

[01:02.21] Fresh ass nigga, on these pest ass niggas, I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (Boom)

[01:05.94] I'm a vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga

[01:07.54] Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass nigga (Ayy)

[01:09.66] They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga (Sick 'em)

[01:11.51] I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga (Sic 'em, sic 'em)

[01:12.84] Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)

[01:14.44] Money the age of an old fellow (Yeah-yeah)

[01:16.03] Nicknamed my 45 Mayweather (Mayweather)

[01:17.88] It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner (Yeah)

[01:19.74] Got the pot on the stove, super chef

[01:21.61] I'm 2Pac with the juice, Makaveli

[01:23.47] Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready (Yeah-yeah)

[01:25.32] Dunk on the bitch, I'm rim-rattle McGrady

[01:27.45] Ice on your bitch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)

[01:29.04] Dick so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh)

[01:30.91] I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)

[01:32.76] There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy)

[01:34.62] You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (Ayy)

[01:36.75] I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (Ayy)

[01:38.34] She been lovin' the way I've been fuckin' her lately (Ayy)

[01:40.20] Fuck around, fuck around, give her a baby (Ayy)

[01:42.86] Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)

[01:44.71] Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh Yeah, yeah)

[01:46.57] Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Braah), make it look scarier (Let's go, braah)

[01:50.30] Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)

[01:52.16] Every day, my money on time (Yeah)

[01:54.01] Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah), told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go, yeah)

[01:57.73] Uh, um, I remember I was on the run

[01:59.59] I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke

[02:01.99] No, I ain't have no dough, so I was tryna get me some

[02:04.38] Tryna rob me? Nah

[02:05.45] Tryna rob me, nigga? You dumb, best believe I'm gon' keep one

[02:08.11] Got a .30 and a drum, got a horny ass gun on me

[02:10.23] I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum

[02:12.09] Got a horny-ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on

[02:14.23] I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah

[02:16.08] Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah

[02:17.93] Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah

[02:19.80] Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot, Trigun, yeah

[02:23.52] So many drugs around me, if you with me, you gon' try some, yeah

[02:27.23] I dip the blunt in the Actavis

[02:28.82] I pour a four with a potion, I'm passionate

[02:30.69] I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages

[02:32.28] Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics

[02:34.14] Radical but I move highly irrational

[02:36.00] Beat a nigga ass in the club like Raditz

[02:38.12] Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'

[02:39.71] 'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

[02:41.84] Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)

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

[02:45.55] Thirty clip hanging out the 45 (Yeah), make it look scarier (Let's go, Gezin)

[02:49.57] Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah)

[02:51.16] Every day, my money on time (Yeah)

[02:53.02] 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)