Video Morgue de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Morgue Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, late up
It's getting late, you should go home (Oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]
It's getting late, you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue (Ayy, ayy)
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore (Uh, ayy)
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparin' me to him and him, they did it all before, uh

[Verse 1]
That's okay cause I'ma do it more, huh, huh
Bought some Gucci's, just don't scuff 'em on the floor, huh (Yeah, aye)
Better take your shoes off at the door, bruh
We ain't lovin' sluts, ain't lovin' whores, bruh
Remember when I had to kick the door, bruh
Now I'm tryin' to kick it with the floor, uh
I mean with my feet up
Now I'm tryin' to kick it with my feet up
Play a lil' 2k, maybe try a lil' FIFA
I remember I was crackin' Visas
Now I'm fuckin' someone's girlfriend, her name Lisa
Do you feel me?
Cause I don't feel Ya
[Chorus]
It's getting late, you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue (Ayy, ayy)
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore (Uh, ayy)
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparin' me to him and him, they did it all before

[Verse 2]
Tryin' to get out of the friend zone
O.D. off of the benzos
It's a party tonight, here's the info
No fake niggas, fucks, get the memo?
Bring the pints in
See 'em on the horizon
My connections, sound like Verizon
Gun get to singin', Barbra Streisand (Huh)
I'ma beat the pot with the left hand
Married to the money, you ain't even the best man
I'ma put my dick, it's touchin' her intestines
Hold my dick just like a mic, that bitch was testin'
Mic check nigga, you get chin checked, nigga
Got a bankroll, you get chin checked with it
I've been ballin' hard, in the Montclair fitted
Bad bitch on my team, yeah she takes visits
Huh, I be in that program like I was gifted
[Bridge]
Her love's a no show
Keep that on the low, though
She loves the benzos
I love the bands, though
Her love's a no show
Keep that on the low, though
High off the benzos
Tryin' to get out of the friend zone

[Chorus]
It's getting late, you should go home
Security will show you to the door
I ain't pickin' up my phone
So, you assume that I'm out with a whore
Now my pockets lookin' like a morgue
I got your wifey lookin' like a whore
Dread my hair, they did it all before
They comparin' me to him and him, they did it all before