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road to pop pills - future & juice wrld lyrics

polo g’s part
we pop out at your party, i’m with the gang
and it’s gon’ be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
i’m a k!ller, girl, i’m sorry, but i can’t change
we ain’t aimin’ for your body, shots hits your brain
we come from poverty, man, we ain’t have a thing
it’s a lot of animosity, but they won’t say my name
them k!llers rock with me, lil’ n*gga, don’t get banged
’cause they’ll do the job for me while i hop on a plane
she don’t like her body, left the doctor with a new shape
blowing up my phone ’cause she just see me with my new bae
heartbreaker, ladies love me like i’m cool j
she was tryna cling onto a n*gga, but it’s too late
booked a flight to cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase
and every single dollar in these bands gotta blue face
diamonds in the rollie, they in hd like it’s blu*ray
the way that i been ballin’ should make the cover of 2k
show out for the summer i might pull up in a new wraith
dissin’ on the gang that’s gon’ only get your crew chased
and we hawk sh*t down, better tighten up yo shoe lace
lil’ bro get up close let the glock 22 spray

juice wrld”s part
drugs got me sweatin’, but the room gettin’ colder
lookin’ at the devil and the angel on my shoulder
will i die tonight? i don’t know, is it over?
lookin’ for my next high, i’m lookin’ for closure
lean with me, pop with me
get high with me if you rock with me
smoke with me, drink with me
f*cked up liver with some bad kidneys
lean with me, pop with me
get high with me if you rock with me
smoke with me, drink with me
f*cked up liver with some bad kidneys
told her if i die i’ma die young
every day i’ve been gettin’ f*cked up
finally know the difference between love and drugs
shorty tell me i should really sober up
this sh*t ain’t fiction, it’s too real, too real
f*ck one dose, i need two pills, two pills
i’m lookin’ for trouble so i know i’m gonna find it
ring
dababy’s part
hah
pack in the mail, it’s gone (uh)
she like how i smell, cologne (yeah)
i just signed a deal, i’m on
yeah, yeah
i go where i want
good, good
play if you want, let’s do it (ha)
i’m a young ceo, suge (yeah)
yeah, yeah
the first n*gga play, i’ma body a n*gga (ha)
i just checked my balance
i’ll probably pull up to your hood and come buy me a n*gga (no cap)
you know that your ho told you that n*gga crazy
don’t think that she lied to you, n*gga (b*tch)
get caught with your ho when i’m poppin’ ’em both
now they high just like bobby and whitney (haa)
say i’m the goat, act like i don’t know
but f*ck it, i’m obviously winnin’
don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
to show you our pockets are different (ha)
i’m out with your b*tch and i only want knowledge
she got a lil’ mileage, i’m chillin’ (uh)
you disrespect me and i’ll beat your ass up
all in front of your potnas and children (ahh, ahh)
i’m the type to let a n*gga think that i’m broke
until i pop out with a million (i pop)
take 20k and put that on your head
and make one of your partners come k!ll you (yeah)
say he f*ckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
’cause this n*gga gotta be kiddin’ (kiddin’)
this sh*t, it can’t fit in my pocket
i got it, like i hit the lottery, n*gga (hot, hot, hot)
opp, i’ll slap the sh*t out a n*gga
no talkin’, i don’t like to argue with n*ggas (i don’t)
ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
you see me whip out guns, i’m gon’ be the ‘shot me a n*gga’ (no cap)
i don’t follow no b*tches on ig
but all of your b*tches, they follow a n*gga (ha)
and that lil’ n*gga ain’t gon’ shoot sh*t with that gun
he just pull it out in his pictures (b*tch, uh)
gunna’s part
you can get the biggest chanel bag in the store if you want it
i gave ’em the drip, they sucked it up, i got ’em on it
i bought a new patek, i had the watch, so i two*toned ’em
takin’ these drugs, i’m gon’ be up until the morning
that ain’t your car, you just a leaser, you don’t own it
if i’m in the club, i got that fire when i’m performin’
the backend just came in, in all hundreds
vibes galore, cute sh*t, they all on us
i’m from atlanta where young n*ggas run sh*t
i know they hatin’ on me, but i don’t read comments
whenever i tell her to come, she comin’
whenever it’s smoke, we ain’t runnin’
drip too hard, don’t stand too close
you gon’ f*ck around and drown off this wave
doing all these shows, i’ve been on the road
i don’t care where i go, long as i get paid
bad lil’ vibe, she been on my mind
soon as i get back, she gettin’ slayed
do this all the time, this ain’t no surprise
every other night, another movie gettin’ made
drip too hard, don’t stand too close
you gon’ f*ck around and drown off this wave
doing all these shows, i’ve been on the road
i don’t care where i go, long as i get paid
bad lil’ vibe, she been on my mind
soon as i get back, she gettin’ slayed
do this all the time, this ain’t no surprise (yeah)
every other night, another movie gettin’ made
every other night, another dollar gettin’ made
every other night started with a good day
i feel like a child, i got boogers in the face
diamonds dancin’ in the dial like this sh*t is a parade
i don’t want your chain, young gunna not a slave
i had to draw the line, too many b*tches gettin’ saved
tsa harass me, so i took a private plane
these p*ssy n*ggas lackin’, why i’m workin’ on my aim
drip too hard, charge it to the card
designer to the ground, i can barely spell the names
drip too hard, caution on the floor
you gon’ f*ck around and drown tryna ride a n*gga wave
drip too hard, don’t stand too close
you gon’ f*ck around and drown off this wave
doing all these shows, i’ve been on the road
i don’t care where i go, long as i get paid
bad lil’ vibe, she been on my mind
soon as i get back, she gettin’ slayed
do this all the time, this ain’t no surprise
every other night, another movie gettin’ made
drip too hard, don’t stand too close
you gon’ f*ck around and drown off this wave
doing all these shows, i’ve been on the road
i don’t care where i go, long as i get paid
bad lil’ vibe, she been on my mind
soon as i get back, she gettin’ slayed
do this all the time, this ain’t no surprise
every other night, another movie gettin’ made
lil uzi vert’s part
new patek on my wrist (yeah)
white diamonds and them sh*ts hit pink (yeah, yeah)
got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
new finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
you a bad b*tch, then we can link (what?)
hit the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
b*tches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
and she said “lil uzi so great” (uh, uh)
how you deal with all that hate? (uh*uh)
shut up, b*tch, don’t give me migraine
new patek on my wrist
white diamonds and them sh*ts hit pink
got cold, had to go get a mink
new finger rings hit like a sink (water)
you a bad b*tch, then we can link
hit the shower, you might stink
b*tches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh*uh)
and she said “lil uzi so great”
ok, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
happy birthday to that b*tch (b*tch)
yeah, the one that suck my d*ck (d*ck, uh)
triple s got that extra grip (grip)
so you know i cannot slip
that jeweler made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
franck muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
franck muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
my shooters gon’ shoot, can’t miss
my shooter got a .30 on his hip
yeah i need my fix
was that a pair of boots from rick?
had to tell that lil’ girl don’t trip
cool blood, but my money crip
got clap on lights no fl!ck
can’t take no pic, no fl!ck (no camera)
f*ck that b*tch in my new whip (skrr)
her ass so fat, can’t fit
her ass so fat, it’s amazing (amazing)
her ass so fat, it’s a miracle (miracle)
her last man money hysterical
she from the six one nine, rey mysterio
i’m the same n*gga bustin’ their stereo
yeah, my boys on the block selling o’s, no cheerios
i don’t wake up in the morning for cereal
flip the brick make the whole sh*t do a aerial
air the sh*t out and make the hoes sing ariel
silencers so they really cannot hear me though
k!lling these beats, lil uzi a serial
clean up the body, prepare for the burial
burberry pants, i got burberry tennis shoes
i got the sweater, probably i’ma finish you
i am a octopus, i cannot breath without water
so i put diamonds on my tentacles
how are you stoppin’ us? they is not toppin’ us
you know i had to cop that sh*t just by the twos
blood in my chakra, i will not pop at ya
put money on my head just for your album, bruh
tell me lil’ boy
if it’s beef i can chop this sh*t up
like it’s prime and treat you like you optimus
my chain is white gold and your sh*t look like copper bruh
mcm yeah that sh*t made of ostrich bruh
but i don’t wear that, give that to my hoes
yeah, i swear that lil’ n*gga my clone
i had to do this sh*t all on my own
yeah, it’s slime sh*t, lil’ baby, put diamonds in my nose
travis scott’s part
i got room
in my fumes (yeah)
she fill my mind up with ideas
i’m the highest in the room (it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here (let’s go)
she saw my eyes, she know i’m gone (ah)
i see some things that you might fear
i’m doing a show, i’ll be back soon (soon)
that ain’t what she wanna hear (nah)
now i got her in my room (ah)
legs wrapped around my beard
got the fastest car, it zoom (skrrt)
hope we make it outta here (ah)
when i’m with you, i feel alive
you say you love me, don’t you lie (yeah)
won’t cross my heart, don’t wanna die
keep the pistol on my side (yeah)
case it’s fumes (smoke)
she fill my mind up with ideas (straight up)
i’m the highest in the room (it’s lit)
hope i make it outta here (let’s go, yeah)
we ain’t stressin’ ’bout the loot (yeah)
my block made of queseria
this not the molly, this the boot
ain’t no comin’ back from here
live the life of la familia
it’s so much gang that i can’t see ya (yeah)
turn it up ’til they can’t hear (we can’t)
runnin’, runnin’ ’round for the thrill
yeah, dawg, dawg, ’round my real (gang)
raw, raw, i been pourin’ to the real (drank)
nah, nah, nah, they not back of the vip (in the vip)
gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel
ah, this my life, i did not choose
uh, been on this since we was kids
we gon’ stay on top and break the rules
uh, i fill my mind up with ideas

nba youngboy’s part
ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
stack that money ’til i can’t no more (no more)
we be robbin’ and schemin’ (on god), oh lord
how long would it be until this pain gon’ go?
straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, i pay that
got plenty money, but i had to jump up out my bag
i stayed down lately, shawty, i’d die for you
f*ck that sh*t that he be talkin’, did he ride for you?
i jeopardize and send my brothers ‘fore to slide for you
and every n*gga ’round me willing ‘fore to die for you
who you judgin’? i come up straight from the gutter
we done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
i can buy a hatchback, but can’t buy my family back, my life nothin’
i want my ni back, but i’m caught up with these hoes and i’m thuggin’
i’ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
stack that money ’til i can’t no more (no more)
we be robbin’ and schemin’ (on god), oh lord
how long would it be until this pain gon’ go?
straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, i pay that
got plenty money, but i had to jump up out my bag
ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where i reside at
but i’d fly miles ‘cross this town to see you smile
she be fans of other n*ggas, like this b*tch wan’ be a hype man
but the minute i wan’ be alone, she don’t like that
i took heed into your letters, i was locked up with no celly
i ain’t wanna be no rival with you
from the bottom all the way back to my section
everyday, yeah, we be steppin’
f*ck chasin’, i will not be through
i’m all caught up with money, like, “f*ck this dream, it ain’t nothin'”
and f*ck these hoes that don’t love me, n*ggas don’t like how i be stuntin’
i miss big dump like my granny, we still at war ’bout my cousin
diggin’ ‘but i ain’t searchin’ for gold, i know i’m lookin’ for somethin’

big sean’s part
yeah goin’ ape like nigo
move out the way, please don’t be a hero
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
yeah goin’ ape like nigo
move out the way, please don’t be a hero
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
yeah, made that money on a monday
yeah, ratchet b*tch on a runway
oh, throw that money on the runway
yeah, ratchet b*tch on the runway
yeah, took her on a double date
she tryna eat good, steak up on her plate
gucci on my feet, oh gucci on my face
yeah, she a thot, ugh, get up out my face
move d*mn, hurry, woah
diamond mcflurry, woah
stackin’ my money, woah
move yeah hurry, woah
diamond mcflurry, woah
stackin’ my money, woah
we make a movie boo (skrt*skrt)
yeah goin’ ape like nigo
move out the way, please don’t be a hero
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
yeah goin’ ape like nigo
move out the way, please don’t be a hero
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p
bling*blaow, oh, chains on skateboard p

young thug’s part
everything litty, i love when it’s hot
turned up the city, i broke off the notch
got some more milli’s, i keep me a knot
i created history and made me a lot
he tried to diss me and ended on fox
we call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
took her out of follies ’cause her p*ssy pop
i run it like nike, we got it on lock
cartier eye
i’m the bossman in the suit with no tie
i can’t be sober, i gotta stay high
pour me some syrup in a canada dry
ridin’ in the sp*ceship like bonnie and clyde
don’t worry, baby, i keep me some fire
shenenehs and birkins, she cannot decide
the latest mercedes, her go*to surprise
don’t sleep on miss lady, her p*ssy a prize
diggin’ her back while i’m grippin’ her sides
bigger maybach, this ain’t regular size
we really fly, we like pelican glide
b*tch, you ain’t sl!ck, i can tell the disguise
upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that sky
she sing, i might sign her and change her whole life
i told her to gargle and work on her highs
everything litty, i love when it’s hot
turned up the city, i broke off the notch
got some more milli’s, i keep me a knot
i created history and made me a lot
he tried to diss me and ended on fox
we call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
took her out of follies ’cause her p*ssy pop
i run it like nike, we got it on lock
cash, money, checks, cash
addy, birkin, bring the b*tch sandals
i just wanna f*ck the b*tch by myself
i just passed her to the dawg like my sprite

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