On The Road* Lyrics – Juice WRLD
Singer: Juice WRLD
Title: On The Road*
Ride
Mello made it right, smokin’ dope
Mello made it, I know, haha (It’s potent)
(Mello made it right)
Bih’
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt)
They say they missin’ me back at home, yeah (For real)
But no, this is not the city I know, uh-uh
They wanna take me on the road, yeah
Me not wanna go there
Oh, I’m counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich n#gg#, totin’ them poles, yeah
AP, rich, leave them froze, yeah
Let it off thеn I reload, yeah
Let it off thеn I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah (Let’s go)
Let it off, let it off, let it off (Uh)
He put the clip to the sawed-off (Uh)
To me and the bros, that’s a handoff (Uh)
He singin’ like Lupe, banjos (Uh)
Securin’ the bag, hands on (Uh)
Louis Vuitton pants on (Uh), Louis Vuitton pants on, okay (Uh)
Uh-huh, me and my girl gon’ get it in (Oh yeah)
Michael Jackson when I’m totin’ my heater (Yeah)
Pull up on him, make a scene, he killed (Oh yeah)
Michael Jackson, I’m totin’ that Kel-Tec (Yeah)
Pull up on a n#gg# block and beat it, yes, beat it (Grrt)
Make a horror scene like Thriller then leave it (Yeah)
No survivors on the scene, I overachieved it (Yeah)
Damn, Chicago real life CoD, no Xbox achievements (Uh)
Don’t matter if he think that he hard
I’ll make him catch the cement (p#ss#)
Uh, don’t step to my squad, they a bunch of demons
Ironic, they’ll send you to God, if you wanna meet him
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
They say they missin’ me back at home, yeah (Do you for real?)
But no, this is not the city I know, uh-uh
They wanna take me on the road, yeah
Me not wanna go there
Oh, I’m counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich n#gg#, totin’ them poles, yeah
AP, rich, leave them froze, yeah (Gling)
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah (Let’s go)
Uh, smokin’ on Doja (Dog), yeah
High as a b#tch, losin’ my composure
Your name is my name, is it?
Invitin’ her over (Come here)
f#ckin’ over (Come here)
We f#cked over and over, haha (Yeah)
Runnin’ that b#tch like a motor (Nyoom)
Money all over my mind (Uh-huh)
[?] my shoulder (Yeah)
Rich as a b#tch, yeah, I know I’m the sh#t
I remember when I was lookin’ for the change in the couches (Uh)
I live in a five million dollar house (Uh)
I just want you to have a smile
[?] clouds
You got that A1, they can’t beat that (Uh-huh)
No wonder why I be hitting it raw
We have a ‘lil one, we can keep that (Uh-huh)
I’m off a pill and the [?] (Yeah)
I get so high I’m above it all (Yeah)
She wanna ride, I’ma buckle up (Yeah)
Five, four, three, two, one, blast off (Yeah, yeah)
I ride to the bank then I ride back home, yeah
They say they missin’ me back at home, yeah (For real)
But no, this is not the city I know, uh-uh
They wanna take me on the road, yeah
Me not wanna go there
Oh, I’m counting the racks up with my bros, yeah
Rich n#gg#, totin’ them poles, yeah
AP, rich, leave them froze, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload, yeah
Let it off then I reload
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