Juice WRLD Speaks 2 Lyrics by Juice WRLD is latest English song with music also given by Rex Kudo. Juice WRLD Speaks 2 song lyrics are written by Rex Kudo & Juice WRLD.
Juice WRLD Speaks 2 Song Detail
| Song Name: | Juice WRLD Speaks 2 |
| Singer: | Juice WRLD |
| Composer: | Rex Kudo |
| Lyrics by: | Rex Kudo, Juice WRLD |
Juice WRLD Speaks 2 Lyrics
Rex made the beat
So you know I gotta murder it
They act all tough, but in person
They be murmuring
And mumbling, pull out the gun
They get to stumbling, tumbling
And the chopper get to thundering
S^^tting on all these haters
Like, where the plunger at?
I’m excited, ’cause now I can throw a party
And all the people that hated on me won’t be invited
True religion on me like the buddah
Indian style, I’m enlightenеd
I remember up in kindеrgarden
The teacher told me I wouldn’t be sh*t
And then she saw me play the piano
And made all the other kids sea sick
Even though I got a couple demons
I’m still screaming out, thank jesus
Upside down pyramid on me
Just to compliment the jesus pieces
I was a fan of yu-gi-ooh
That’s why I pull cards on these stupid hoes
Got an arrow got a bullet, cupid ho, haha yeah
I pop percs to numb all the pain cause it hurts bad
I gotta take everything cause sometimes it hurt to give
I make money even though sometimes it don’t make sense
Speaking of taking everything
It’s time to take sh^^ts on every single person
That said I wouldn’t do it
Every single person that said I was stupid
Every single person that said I was that netflix
Special, what’s the name of the show? Oh! Clueless
But no, I ain’t clueless I got this
I’m on top so now nobody can top this
Now it’s time to change the topic
I got a way with words
Stack up money with a phonics book
In school I didn’t do the homework
But I still got the subjects
Money ain’t the object, money is the object
Tough gotta admit that
I’m successful
But I feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful
I grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal
Now I’m riding bikes, pedal to the metal
I don’t even gotta pedal
It’s a throttle so excuse me
These ni^^as faker than some optical illusions
I be looking like, what the f^^k is you doing?
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t changing s^^t
You ain’t changing the world, you just stupid
Talking bout you crackin’ cars, selling drugs
Killing ni^^as, and going hard
Watch a real ni^^a come up in your car
Now you all scared, you finna piss yourself
S^^t yourself, you gotta admit yourself
You need some help
I gotta admit myself
I’m on these drugs feel like I can’t save myself
Sometimes I wanna take myself
And break myself, so I can reshape myself, huh
Nobody ever felt the pain I felt
So I share it, and put it out to the whole world
I ain’t embarrassed
Bunch of these ni^^as is my sons
I apologize to them cause I been a bad parent
Don’t try me ’cause I’m not the one
See I won’t even count to 2