Video Pieces de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Pieces Lyrics

[Intro]
Machete

[Chorus]
Cut 'em to pieces, huh, huh
In pieces
Hope this Perc beatin' me
Barely breathin'
I'm high off the finest lean
I feel like I'm a eagle
You think you a big shot, huh?
I'ma put a bullet hole in your ego
God damn, I love my slatts
But no, I don't fuck with these people
Bitch, I'm a Pit off the leash (Yeah)
Got yo' ho gassed up
Still fucked her on E (Oh yeah)
New Bentley truck, red seats (Oh yeah)
Ain't even keep the receipt (Oh yeah)
Runnin' the game, no cleats (Yeah)
All this green it clicks (Yeah)

[Verse]
Walk in the room with like a 100 G's (Uh)
Fuck nigga say he'd take my watch, nigga please (Uh)
Folks on the internet show his Glock, nigga please (Uh)
All my guns got a cold, I'm gon' make em' sneeze
Uh, she say my wrist is enchanting, uh
If you stare too long you'll get brain freeze
That pussy so good she can't leave
No Limit gang, shout out Maneski
And G-Money and Kyro and Bibby and all of my niggas that's gang-gang
They'd kill for me, they'd drill for me, and for them I'd do the same thing
Oh, yeah, that's real
Tryna get rich, you get in the way, you killed
Sippin' the lean while I'm grabbin' the wheel
Crash the Lambo', I'll still live
Turn into Rambo, I'll load up the clip
Got VLONE on my tats and VLONE on my fit
At my show, bitches got my name written on tits
She tell me I'm confusing, I'll run up that bitch (Uh-huh)
Codeine sip it out the glass, yeah, I got class, yeah
New Draco on me, I'ma blast, yeah, leave you in the past, yeah
But I'ma do the dash, yeah, now it's about countin' up the cash, yeah (Huh)
Doper than a relapse, relapse, every time I put the Percs down, I relapse, tweakin'
[Chorus]
Hope this Perc beatin' me
Barely breathin'
I'm high off the finest lean
I feel like I'm a eagle
You think you a big shot, huh?
I'ma put a bullet hole in your ego
God damn, I love my slatts
But no, I don't fuck with these people
Bitch, I'm a Pit off the leash (Yeah)
Got yo' ho gassed up
Still fucked her on E (Oh yeah)
New Bentley truck, red seats (Oh yeah)
Ain't even keep the receipt (Oh yeah)
Runnin' the game, no cleats (Yeah)
All this green it clicks (Yeah)

[Open Verse]