Letra de Carry It - Juice WRLD

Uh-huh, yeah (Yeah, I'ma talk some shit), (Gezin), uh-huh, yeah

I'm in the cut with an aerial (8-8-8-808 Mafia)

Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah)

The niggas with me don't really speak no English

They scream, and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)

I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat, who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)

These niggas don't really be niggas, these niggas be bitches (Sheesh)

Who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)

Let's go

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Grrah, grrah)

Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh yeah, yeah)

Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Brrah), make it look scarier (Let's go, brrah)

Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)

Every day, my money on time (Yeah)

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

Strap, aim at your noodle

Yes, that's what amateurs do (Brrah, brrah)

Bitch, I'm a dog (Yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo (Woof, woof, woof)

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

Bad bitches, need two, yeah, don't trust him, he fool, yeah (Hold on)

Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes

Virgil Abloh on me too (C'mon)

Fresh ass nigga, on these pest ass niggas, I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (Boom)

I'm a vet ass nigga, up a 'Tec ass nigga

Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass nigga (Ayy)

They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga (Sic 'em)

I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga (Sic 'em, sic 'em)

Do 'em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)

Money the age of an old fellow (Yeah-yeah)

Nicknamed my .45 "Mayweather" (Mayweather)

It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner (Yeah)

Got the pot on the stove, super chef

I'm 2Pac with the Juice, Makaveli

Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready (Yeah-yeah)

Dunk on the bitch, I'm rim-rattle McGrady

I seen your bitch in a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)

Dick so good, she started to pay me (Uh-huh)

I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)

There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy)

You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (Ayy)

I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (Ayy)

She been lovin' the way I've been fuckin' her lately (Ayy)

Fuck around, fuck around, give her a baby (Ayy)

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)

Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Oh Yeah, yeah)

Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Braah), make it look scarier (Let's go, braah)

Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)

Every day, my money on time (Yeah)

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

Uh, um, I remember I was on the run

I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke

No, I ain't have no dough, so I was tryna get me some

Tryna rob me? Nah

Tryna rob me, nigga? You done, best believe I'm gon' keep one

Got a .30, add a drum, got a horny ass gun on me

I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum

Got her horny-ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on

I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah

Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah

Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah

Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot, Trigun, yeah

So many drugs around me, if you with me, you gon' try some, yeah

I dip the blunt in the Actavis

I pour a four of the potion, I'm passionate

I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages

Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics

Radical but I move highly irrational

Beat a nigga ass in the club like Raditz

Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'

'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Yeah)

Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)

Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Yeah), make it look scarier (Let's go, Gezin)

Ain't been this hot in a long time (Yeah)

Every day, my money on time (Yeah)

Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah, 8-8-8-808 Mafia)

Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Yeah)

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