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Juice Wrld - Gta Demo Lyrics

[Intro]
One hit
Feel like I hit the lotto (Lotto)
I could fuck your mom, though
Rollie on me, cost a car note (Ring)
Pull up on the scene like a car show (Skrrt)
Bitch tried to scan like a barcode (Yeah)
You're like Nemo, he a grinch that stole that Lilo (Skrt, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Fresh to death, halo (Huh)
Codeine in my fuego (Ya dig, huh)
Bad lil' bitch, hello (Ya dig, huh)
What's her tone? Yellow (Hey, huh)
Backwoods, cigarillos (Yeah)
I smoke a zip of Gelato (Dope, yeah)
Fendi's cost your car note (Cash)
That's a Monte Carlo (Skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus]
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grra)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Brick like I'm El Chapo (Bricks, ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Skrt, yeah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks bricks, ya dig?)
[Verse]
I'ma gon' fuck yo' bitch, send her back over there, yeah (Yeah yeah yeah)
VVS on my wrist, it look like a solar flare, yeah (Yeah yeah yeah)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, what, huh, like I don't care, yeah (Blaow blaow, gra)
Got yo' bitch walkin' in Dior underwear, yeah, yeah (Lil' ho)
Had to put drip on her (Yeah)
She top me up, ain't wanna fuck, she had a fish odor (Top)
Diamonds so big on my wrists, bitch like a wrist boulder (Like a wrist)
She gon' fuck me first, why? Because my wrist colder (Freeze freeze freeze)
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dead pres'
On my wrist a Rollie, try to take it you a dead man (Shine, drop)
Yo' lil' bitch a trophy, I'm just tryna fuck her (Shine, yeah)
You be tryna cock block, you should be a goalie

[Pre-Chorus]
Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego (Yeah)
Bad lil' bitch, hello (Ring)
What's her tone? Yellow (Yeah)
Backwoods, cigarillos (Smoke, yeah)
I smoke a zip of Gelato (Zip, yeah)
Fendi's cost your car note (Cash)
That's a Monte Carlo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Yeah, Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Yeah, skrrt)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks bricks bricks, ya dig?)
[Open Verse]

[Pre-Chorus]
Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego
Bad lil' bitch, hello
What's her tone? Yellow
Backwoods, cigarillos
I smoke a zip of Gelato
Fendis cost your car note
That's a Monte Carlo

[Chorus]
Feel like I hit the lotto
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grra)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Grra)
Brick like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Skrrt)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Skrrt)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Yeah)
Brick like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)