Juice WRLD DID Lyrics – DJ Khaled ft. Juice WRLD

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Juice WRLD]
We The Best Music
They ain't believe in us
Juice WRLD did (We, n!gga)
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
DJ Khaled with them straps
I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled,  a hundred racks
I made another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled with the tats
I got another one,  uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, we the best, b!tch, I'm number one, uh-huh
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
B!tch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no running u-u-up
(On God)
We ain't running away from sh!t
We the ones running u-u-up (That's on God)
No Limit gang the only gang, ain't no other one
(N!gga, that's on God)
I'm gone bang what I bang, ain't no changing up (On God)
Ain't no changing up (On God, on God)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I'ma do my thing (I'ma do my—, uh)
Married to this cash (Married to this—, uh)
I'ma buy it a ring (Let's go, let's go)
My dreads, they hang (Let's go, let's go)
Like Shabba Ranks (Like Shabba Ranks)
My gun Chief Keef (Yeah)
The b!tch go bang-bang (Ba-ba-ba-baow)
I rap, I sing (Uh)
With the clan like it's Wu-Tang (Uh)
But I hate n!ggas like Klu Klux (Uh)
Run up on me, I don't give two f**ks (At all)
Chopper leave a n!gga so f**ked up (What else?)
Sewed up (What else?), sewed up (What else?)
Toe up from the floor up (Uh-huh)
Sip lean 'til I throw up (Uh-huh)
After I throw up, I'm gone pour up (Yeah)
I need another one (Uh)
Heat up on my hip, I up like the sunrise
I got another sun (Let's go, let's go)
Ran out of ammo, switched to my other holster
Another gun (Grrah)
Damn, like, "He got another one?"
(He does, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
DJ Khaled with them straps
I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, a hundred racks
I made another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled with the tats
I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, we the best, b!tch, I'm number one, uh-huh
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
B!tch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no running u-u-up
(On God)
We ain't running away from sh!t
We the ones running u-u-up (That's on God)
No Limit gang the only gang, ain't no other one
(N!gga, that's on God)
I'm gone bang what I bang, ain't no changing up (On God)
Ain't no changing up (On God, on God)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
My gun a horny one (It is)
That b!tch a thot alright (She will)
My gun a horny gun (She is)
She down to f**k all night, uh-huh (Uh-huh, she will)
She wanna f**k all night, vacuum (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna suck all night in my room
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rolls-Royce truck, Lambo truck
Whatever one has the most leg room (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, that b!tch go vroom (Skrrt)
I won't Tom Cruise her, the b!tch gone move
Still live like a Mission: Impossible dude (Uh-huh)
Gun sing like it got autotune (Uh-huh)
I'm T-Pain when it come to that tool (Uh-huh)
Money got longer when it come to that Uz' (Uh-huh)
Sip lean, I'm still awake, no snooze (Uh-huh)
I'm on bullsh!t like Carlos Booz' (Tell 'em)
I'm swerving with the Swervo tape all in my head (Let's go)
I blow up like a turban on top of my head (Let's go)
Codeine sip, ain't no bourbon, no bourbon in here (On God)
Even though I'm a cowboy, gun smoke in the air, uh-huh
(On God)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
DJ Khaled, a hundred racks
I made another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled with the tats
I got another one, uh-huh (On God)
DJ Khaled, we the best, b!tch, I'm number one, uh-huh
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
B!tch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no running u-u-up
(On God)
We ain't running away from sh!t, we the ones running u-u-up
(That's on God)
No Limit gang the only gang, ain't no other one
(N!gga, that's on God)
I'm gone bang what I bang, ain't no changing up
(On God)
Ain't no changing up (On God, on God)

[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Oh, that's on God
Oh, that's on my life
Oh, having the time of my life
Get in the way of that, n!gga, you gone die
Oh, 999
NLMB, No Limit gang, I'm in my prime, yeah
Don't waste my money, don't waste my time
Uh, come here, darling, have the time of your life
Come suck me sloppy, come here and get naughty
Come here and get naughty, come suck me sloppy
That b!tch be hiding, in the back giving sloppy-toppy