Video All Talk Bankroll de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - All Talk Bankroll Lyrics

[Intro]
G. Ry got me
Uh-huh (Hit-Boy)
Uh, let's do it

[Chorus]
All talk, uh
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (What)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (What)
Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh (What)
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Come on)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on)
Bitch, you're all talk, yeah

[Verse 1]
Super gun, huh (Super gun)
.30 clip, load it up, make 'em run (Make 'em run)
Evil kid, triple-nine, fuck a nun, bitch, just for fun, bitch
That ho use my kids as some fuckin' fun dip (Fuckin' fun)
I'm a magician, I make her panties drop, drop, drop
Lil' bro got the Glock, he pull up on your block
Shoot your in your face, he did that shit a lot
Huh, live like GTA, no COD, oh my God
Nigga, what? When I was broke, I used to rob for some Robin's
What the fuck? Now I'm rich, give a fuck about a lick, uh-huh, uh-huh
I still see walkin' licks, it's hard for me to not give in, uh
I'm a dog, niggas fleas on my fuckin' skin, uh
I'm a dog so if I like her, I'm gon' fuck her friends, uh
Don't do Subliminals, keep it at minimal
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' criminal
Got your bitch up in here eatin' me up like some cereal
Shoot a movie with her, cinema, uh
[Chorus]
All talk, uh
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (What)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (What)
Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh (What)
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Come on)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on)
Bitch, you're all talk, yeah

[Verse 2]
Weight up on my shoulders feel just like a boulder, get it goin'
Shorty want my boulder, shorty on my scrotum, what she on?
She better check my quota, got to pay for this dick though
She tried to set me up, her nigga the opps, I say that shit smoke
Then I make him croak (Make him croak)
She hop on me like a frog, thought she was finna croak (Don't croak, don't croak)
Gave her some of this love, take this dick no joke (No joke, no joke)
Told her "Don't take it to the heart," told her to act it like she a boss
And my dick her Cuban cigar, puff, choke, choke, choke
I aim to get that cash like I'm Puff, woah, woah, woah
The cops stay on my ass, I got to lay low (Lay low, lay low)
Count the bankroll, R.I.P. Bankroll
Keep it a dank roll, No Limit Gang
I'll pull up and tank toe
[Chorus]
All talk, uh (Let's do it)
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on)
Bitch, you're all talk, yeah (Come on)
All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitch, you're all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy
All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitch, you're all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Nigga, you're all talk, uh (Come on)
Bitch, you're all talk, yeah (Come on)