Letra de .38 Special (GO GO) - Juice WRLD

Turn me way up, turn me way up, way up (DY Krazy)

Where my headphones? Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

NLMB, 150, Dream Team, 999, huh

Huh-huh, huh-huh

Anything you do, I could do better

Pull up stuntin' no matter the weather

If she want the D, know that she know she gotta bring her lil' amiga, I fuck 'em together

Mix the Rick with the Raf on the jacket, that's clever

Raf Simons pockets hold my heavy metal

Remember, I was toting the .38 special

Stoned to the bone, was a 5 star rebel

She wanna fuck, I might let her

Gotta be a ten, I won't settle

But first she gotta eat wifey out

I wanna see if she can get on our level

When I stopped doin' Xans, hit a whole 'nother level

Started doin' Percs, looked in the mirror, saw the Devil

Fam' like, "Slow down, need to stop it fella" (Why?)

Still count millions like Rockefeller

Nah, I'm finna marry my bae

But I'm cheatin' on bae with the bank (Yeah)

Triple 9 General, I'm top rank

Breakin' down minerals, smokin' on stank

All these pictures that I paint come from visions in my brain

Yeah, pop pills 'til I'll faint, closet look like NRA

Baby, yeah, blackout PS3, get her wetter than a sprinkler, a tub, or a sink

I'm a champion, most of these niggas be fake, mannequin

My gun got hungry, so it ate like sandwiches

Get your head took off, my accuracy is great, can't handle it

Took his head off of his shoulders, dismantled it

They couldn't tell it was him 'cause of the damages (Fuck nigga)

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, keep goin', keep goin')

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow, keep goin')

Nah, nah, nah (Bitch, bitch, go, go, baow, bitch)

I work so, uh, hard for myself, diamonds I bought, bling, huh

No, I'm not Latin, but gang-gang, baby, I guess I'm a damn king

I walk in the building and say and do what I want

Niggas ain't doing a damn thing

Get in the way, get sprayed like mace (Sheesh)

That's why I've been doin' my damn thing

Thank God I don't gotta move birds

But I still stay flyer than birds (Wings)

Shoot 'em, Larry Bird, good luck if we on the same team

Loyalty, I can not switch sides, for all my niggas, I'm ridin'

Through the high and low tides, surfin' and glidin'

Soul searchin', survivin', I heat up the climate (Brrt, grrah)

My gun wanna be, shh, quiet

Gon' suppress my gun, make it, uh, silent

Mixin' Biscotti and Runtz, I've been flyin'

I'm a dog, Rottweilin', ain't no one-on-ones, we dogpilin'

Hunnid round drums, so you can come die, yeah

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, keep goin', keep goin')

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)

Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow, keep goin')

Nah, nah, nah (Bitch, bitch, go, go, baow, bitch)

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