734 [Full OG Version] Lyrics – Juice WRLD
Singer: Juice WRLD
Title: 734 [Full OG Version]
Off-White on the G-Fazo’s
Her love’s dead, think it needs a halo
I’m in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I’m gettin’ tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, “if she wanna leave, I should let go”
Heart sayin’, “If she leave, we’re goin’ with her, let’s go”
I don’t wanna let go, girl from 734
Time, time heals all wounds
But time can leave the nastiest scars
This happened too soon
I’m starting to think that I don’t know who ya’ are
Pills get popped as your love gets stopped
You just sit and watch as I wheeze and cough
I can’t breathe at all, I can’t breathe it off
I can’t breathe with all, the pain involved
Off-White on the G-Fazo’s
Her love’s dead, think it needs a halo
I’m in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I’m gettin’ tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, “if she wanna leave, I should let go”
Heart sayin’, “If she leave, we’re goin’ with her, let’s go”
I don’t wanna let go, girl from 734
In the studio gettin’ high with the bros
Eyes get big when I see you’re textin’ my phone
Codependent, yeah, I hate being alone
And everyone knows
Now I got to deal with this rain again
The same rain that you made go away
Now I gotta deal with this heart-throbbin’ pain again
The pain feel like it never go away
Girl, never say you can’t forgive me for my mistakes
You do things to make me ache, but I love you so much
I’ll wait for however long it takes
Off-White on the G-Fazo’s
Her love’s dead, think it needs a halo
I’m in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I’m gettin’ tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, “if she wanna leave, I should let go”
Heart sayin’, “If she leave, we’re goin’ with her, let’s go”
I don’t wanna let go, girl from 734
I walk alone in the end
I know we’re better off enemies
You thought I was gonna say, friends
b#tch, you gotta be f#cking kiddin’ me
I put my foot inside the industry
You cut my heart just like a menstrual bleed
But I ain’t never been a p#ss# you see [Huh
I was only after p#ss# you see [Huh
I been balling like a rookie you see, uhh
What I’m smokin’ on is that cookie OG, huh, yeah
Ayy, huh, I’m as high as can be, yeah
Fly as can be, sad as can be, mad as can be, yeah
Pull up, shootin’ on they #ss that’s just me, huh
Ball like CP-3, that is just me, uhh
f#ckin’ that b#tch from that back as we speak, uhh
You don’t like me, huh, that’s incomplete, uhh
Without you here my life’s incomplete
I tell you to stay, you say you gon’ leave
I try to book your ticket you take the phone away from me
Three days
Three days all pills, no food
Three days, all pills, no food
It’s just my love, my heart, but no you
That’s real, three days no food, all pills
No one cares how I feel
It’s all about making dollar bills, so I feel it
Straight pills, no food for the last three days
How am I alive? I bet you’re amazed
You say life’s a book, go and turn a page
You say that it’s over, walk out in a rage
You swing, you miss, I won’t hit back
I blow a kiss, you won’t kiss back
I don’t play roles but I know how to act, then that’s a fact
Know what happens after that?
I know you hate it when I backtrack
I’m lyin’ ’cause I’m scared of the truth, yeah
But you still know the truth, yeah
Off-White on the G-Fazo’s
Her love’s dead, think it needs a halo
I’m in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I’m gettin’ tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, “if she wanna leave, I should let go”
Heart sayin’, “If she leave, we’re goin’ with her, let’s go”
I don’t wanna let go, girl from 734
Big homie told me that I shouldn’t in the first place
You came in my life and shook it like an earthquake
f#ck your earthquake, I got a choppa that’ll make the f#ckin’ earth shake, yeah
Take pills, chase thrills
f#ck fake sh#t, get real
What’s the haps? What’s the deal?
Shoot and craps, I’m gambling still
I don’t think you’re good enough to be an ex
Hope you crying when you see my drivin’ in an X
If you wanna call, I may respond with a text
Feel like Terry Crews, b#tch, ’cause ya’ I’m finna flex
Even though it hurts, I’ma still make the money go
Pull up on the scene, knock ’em down [Huh], Dominos
Speakin’ of these bad hoes, I got a few of those
Ayy, .40 give a n#gg# kiss, mistletoe, ayy
You told me that everything was the same
You told me that it wouldn’t be different
But, you told me that I was different
And I listened, I listened, lookin’ at the other guys as competition
I get it, yeah, I admit it, yeah
Wish I never ever took you home and hit it, yeah
Wished I popped a xanny and forget it, yeah!
These hoes will f#ck your head up, then f#ck your bread up
Bro told me keep my head up, he said Im next up
I won’t walk, I’ma just run the damn town
Not no bartender, but my gun got rounds
f#ck n#gg# calm down, I got it on me right now
She tried to swing on me, took everythin’ not to knock her lights out
I been ballin’ hard, I’m super crazy with this white hoe
I remember rolling swishes, rollin’ whiteouts
Now I got the off-white whites out
Off-White on the G-Fazo’s
Her love’s dead, think it needs a halo
I’m in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I’m gettin’ tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, “if she wanna leave, I should let go”
Heart sayin’, “If she leave, we’re goin’ with her, let’s go”
I don’t wanna let go, girl from 734
You’re not a clout chaser, just a heartbreaker
Mind eraser, not real, you a faker
Watch me ball on you super hard, like a Laker
Watch me go back and f#ck your friends, I’m a player
I don’t wanna do it, but I may have to
I made a mistake when I came and I grabbed you
Cupid in the cut, he got the knife, he stabbed you
I should’ve picked it up and jabbed too
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No shame, in your game, no change
So heartbroken that I threw up
Now I’m lookin’ for a dirty cup, yeah, a double cup
Two hoes gotta double up, that still ain’t enough
Without you, it’s just not enough
It’s to the point where you’re givin’ up, yeah, yeah
It’s about that time to the point where you’re givin’ up, yeah, yeah [It’s about that time
New York, back to L.A
I’m stuck inside my ways
G-Money hold the money straight, yeah
G-Money know these b#tches fake, yeah
You run-up, then you catch a K, yeah
G-Money say he keep it, ayy, yeah we keep it, ayy
This my money sh#t, this is not a game
These hoes will f#ck your head up, then f#ck your bread up
These hoes will f#ck your head up, then f#ck your bread up
Bro told me keep my head up, he said Im next up
Yeah, I had to fess-up, made a confession
I say, “Do you wanna leave?” Made a suggestion
But you didn’t have to take
Another one bites the dust
Another heart out with love
Another girl out to lust
I’m just another sad boy when I’m off the drugs
Another call to the plug
I need an eighth of Wockhardt that’s love
I need a pound of OG that’s love, but she’s not love
I remember where we first met, yeah
Hollywood Hotels was the first place
I remember where we first met, yeah
You weren’t tryna’ let me nail on the first, babe
Hoes come, and hoes leave
She said that she love me I said, “b#tch, ho, please”
You know you can’t ho me
No more cuffin’ b#tches, I am not the police
Now it’s ’bout the money
Take your shoes off, lil’ b#tch, no, you can’t run me [Huh
You can’t run me, I don’t know what’s gotten into me
This b#tch was really f#ckin’ me up, mentally
I really thought that this sh#t was gon’ be meant to be
Y’all don’t know what that sh#t meant to me
Now I’m gon’ f#ck this b#tch up instrumentally
Three days, all pills, no food
It’s just my love, my heart, but no you
And see, I thought I was bulletproof
Until Cupid started sliding through, yeah
Then you made your move, I didn’t have a clue
That I would end up on misery avenue, yeah, yeah
Off-White on the G-Fazo’s
Her love’s dead, think it needs a halo
I’m in my head, damn it, I think too much
Now I’m gettin’ tear stains on the bankrolls
Bro said, “if she wanna leave, I should let go”
Heart sayin’, “If she leave, we’re goin’ with her, let’s go”
I don’t wanna let go, girl from 734
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No shame, in your game, no change
Cold blood in your veins
Cold blood in your veins
No blood in your veins, no change
You told me that everything was the same
You told me that it wouldn’t be different
But, you told me that I was different
And I listened, I listened, lookin’ at the other guys as competition
I get it, yeah, I admit it, yeah
Wish I never ever took you home and hit it, yeah
Wished I popped a xanny and forget it, yeah
I walk alone in the end
I know we’re better off enemies
You thought I was gonna say, friends
b#tch, you gotta be f#cking kiddin’ me
I put my foot inside the industry
You cut my heart just like a menstrual bleed
But I ain’t never been a p#ss# you see [Huh
I was only after p#ss# you see [Huh
I been balling like a rookie you see, uhh
What I’m smokin’ on is that cookie OG, huh, yeah
Ayy, huh, I’m as high as can be, yeah
Fly as can be, sad as can be, mad as can be, yeah
Pull up, shootin’ on they #ss that’s just me, huh
Ball like CP-3, that is just me, uhh
f#ckin’ that b#tch from that back as we speak, uhh
You don’t like me, huh
Without you here my life’s incomplete
I tell you to stay, you say you gon’ leave
I try to book your ticket you take the phone away from me
You’re not a clout chaser, just a heartbreaker
Mind eraser, not real, you a faker
Watch me ball on you super hard, like a Laker
Watch me go back and f#ck your friends, I’m a player
I don’t wanna do it, but I may have to
I made a mistake when I came and I grabbed you
Cupid in the cut, he got the knife, he stabbed you
I should’ve picked it up and jabbed too
Straight pills, no food for the last three days
How am I alive? I bet you’re amazed
You say life’s a book, go and turn a page
You say that it’s over, walk out in a rage
You swing, you miss, I won’t hit back
I blow a kiss, you won’t kiss back
I don’t play roles but I know how to act, then that’s a fact
Know what happens after that?
I know you hate it when I backtrack
I’m lyin’ ’cause I’m scared of the truth, yeah
But you still know the truth, yeah
So why you wanna go there?
Hoes come, and hoes leave
She said that she love me I said, “b#tch, ho, please”
You know you can’t ho me
No more cuffin’ b#tches, I am not the police
Now it’s ’bout the money
Take your shoes off, lil’ b#tch, no, you can’t run me [Huh
You can’t run me, I don’t know what’s gotten into me
This b#tch was really f#ckin’ me up, mentally
I really thought that this sh#t was gon’ be meant to be
Y’all don’t know what that sh#t meant to me
Now I’m gon’ f#ck this b#tch up instrumentally
Huh, murder he wrote
Bobby Brown, I bring the dope
Huh, ayy, on my dick, that’s what you choke
Same way you choke on your words, lil’ hoe
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