Yard Act
Lyrics
[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
Talkin' it and doin' it a different story (Talkin')
Just to
Yeah, yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
Ahh-aha
We live this shit for real (Yeah, for real, for real)
[Verse 1: Future]
I blow money on my bitch, hey, kitty, kitty
Bad bitch in my city, they bad and saddity
I'd fuck it, I admit it, can't wait to hit it
Money, I'm gon' get it, I'm so terrific
That's the way I'm livin', that's the way I'm feelin'
All the ways we givin', panic decision
Flooded my wrist, you ain't gon' get missed
Hit it with extended, that pussy gettin' it
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
But when I pop that Perc', I can fuck that bitch, make her go (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets, uh
Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets, uh
Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace," uh
And if it smell like water, fuck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
[Verse 2: Yung Bans]
About this track
"Different" is a song by Future from the album Future & Juice WRLD Present… WRLD ON DRUGS, released in 2018. The song was written by Future, Juice WRLD, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Wheezy, Yung Bans. It was produced by CuBeatz, Wheezy.
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I'm the realest, feel like 2Pac, call me Makaveli
It really ain't shit a broke nigga can tell me
I'm walkin' around with that chopper, it heavy (Fah)
Popped that lil' boy, sound like confetti (Fah)
Shot that lil' boy, now he in Heaven (Brrt)
I only like girls, told my mama don't worry
She hate on my cut cause she said it look girly
Ain't fuckin' these bitches, I know y'all ain't worthy
Don't play the position, you gon' lose your jersey, huh
She was a good girl, now she turnin' bad
Want a rich nigga? Gotta earn him
[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, want a rich nigga, you gotta earn
And I'm straighter than a damn perm
Want a millionaire, then wait your turn
Yeah
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, talkin' it and doin' it a different story
I be doin' it, not talkin' it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces watchin' a lil' Rick and Morty
Yeah, just chillin', I'm still the richest nigga in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceilin'
Amiri my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit him
Fuck her, then leave, I'm not sentimental
Pussy good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a nigga
Gon' head, suck it through the draws for a nigga
And take my body case if I get it
Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin'
I still got molly in my system
I still got Xannys on my mental
It's been a couple years since I quit 'em
I don't wanna relapse, but I might relapse, that feelin', I miss it
I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I'm gettin' sick of 'em
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
But when I pop that Perc', I can fuck that bitch, make her go (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, in the sheets, uh
Call the hotel lobby, tell 'em we need clean sheets, uh
Knock that pussy out, I kill it, tell it, "Rest in peace," uh
And if it smell like water, fuck it, I'll kiss it to sleep
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