Chronic – Juice WRLD Letra, Lyrics:
R-R-Reaper on the beat
I’m smokin’ on Chronic, out my body
Thumbin’ through a check, wildin’
Get in the way, you get wrecked
Put away money and burn all the rest
Up for days, I ain’t get no rest
It’s just me and this Kel-Tec
Back in the day, Trueys and J’s
Criminal ways, droppin’ them sets
Mm, mm, mm
They don’t got no choice but to respect it
If they don’t then I’m gon’ teach they ass a lesson
We can fight or I can go get the Smith & Wesson, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Terry Crews, me and my crew, we woke up flexin’
Onе hundred in cash, I don’t do no credit or debit
On yo’ ass, bro, aimin’ stеady-eady, uh
(Steady-eady, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I don’t got no heart, feel like Belly, uh
I take a piss on my enemies, I’m young R. Kelly, uh
I take a shit on my enemies, they broke and smelly, uh
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I’m smokin’ on Chronic, out my body
Thumbin’ through a check, wildin’
Get in the way, you get wrecked
Put away money and burn all the rest
Up for days, I ain’t get no rest
It’s just me and this Kel-Tec
Back in the day, Trueys and J’s
Criminal ways, droppin’ them sets
I’m smokin’ on Chronic, out my body
Thumbin’ through a check, wildin’
Get in the way, you get wrecked
Put away money and burn all the rest
Up for days, I ain’t get no rest
It’s just me and this Kel-Tec
Back in the day, Trueys and J’s
Criminal ways, droppin’ them sets
