A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Juice WRLD

"Nightmare"

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Chorus]
This little mind of mine has a tendency to get a little dark and violent, ayy
This little life of mine is a nightmare (Ha)
I feel
Medicated, elevated, too sedated
Thank God that a n*gga made it
f*cked three brides, they was all faded
Oh my God, now I feel famous
New gun, can't wait to aim it
Mama on the phone, saying, "Chill baby"
I'm way too rich to go and risk it all
f*ck it, I'm finna risk it (Uh, huh)
Catch me .30 clippin' (Uh, huh)
Shoot like Scottie Pippen (Uh, huh)
Like, "Get the f*ck away from my ride"
I'm finna rob a n*gga (Uh, huh)
I hang with robbers, they gon' go
I got a hundred with me like damn, don't they look like G.I. Joe
I'm watching your sh*t like Fee-fi-fo
Run up on me, to your head, I'll blow
I'm running to the bank like ready-set-go
I don't trust you, they'll shoot, I'm Metro
Back-back in the days, I was out robbing for Jay's
Looking through their clothes
Stacking my ways, keep me a Glock in the safe
You know I'ma go

[Verse]
Ha, yeah, ain't that the truth
Uh, tried to run up, ain't he a fool
Ayy, load that choppa, vamanos
Ayy, I feel like I'm Dennis (Huh), put a bullet in his tooth, uh
Knocked that out of the park, uh, pus*y like Babe Ruth, uh
I'm finna hang a n*gga, uh, somebody grab me a noose, uh
Feel my wrath as I stomp 'em in my Raf
Shoot up your crib, see you dead, then I laugh
Walk to the bank, then I laugh again
Fire on me, no dragon, ayy
Off of the Percs, I'm dragging
Count up the money and stacking, ayy
.40 on me no lacking
Run up, I get sh*t backing, ayy
Thot on my line, she wanna f*ck on the low (Huh, uh)
I don't pay for pus*y, but yeah, I'll f*ck you on the low (Huh, uh)
In other words, I won't let nobody know
But I'm Kobe with that torch, pass me, I'ma scope
Yeah, smash her, then I go (What?)
Then I set another plate
Pass her, pick and roll (What?)
Brodie f*cked the same day
Put that on my soul, oh, you know lies ho
Hope you realize, you're f*cking with some real guys

[Chorus]
This little mind of mine has a tendency to get a little dark and violent, ayy
This little life of mine is a nightmare (Ha)
I feel
Medicated, elevated, too sedated
Thank God that a n*gga made it
f*cked three brides, they was all faded
Oh my God, now I feel famous
New gun, can't wait to aim it
Mama on the phone, saying, "Chill baby"
I'm way too rich to go and risk it all
f*ck it, I'm finna risk it (Uh, huh)
Catch me .30 clippin' (Uh, huh)
Shoot like Scottie Pippen (Uh, huh)
Like, "Get the f*ck away from my ride"
I'm finna rob a n*gga (Uh, huh)
I hang with robbers, they gon' go
I got a hundred with me like damn, don't they look like G.I. Joe
I'm watching your sh*t like Fee-fi-fo
Run up on me, to your head, I'll blow
I'm running to the bank like ready-set-go
I don't trust you, they'll shoot, I'm Metro
Back-back in the days, I was out robbing for Jay's
Looking through their clothes
Stacking my ways, keep me a Glock in the safe
You know I'ma go

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2017-2019 Lyrics.lol