Juice WRLD – Armed and Dangerous Lyrics

Armed and Dangerous

Juice WRLD

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"Armed and Dangerous." - Juice WRLD

Monday, 26 October 2026, 08:10 pm

Album: Armed and Dangerous - Single

Track No: 01

Gun 'em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun 'em down
Oh, my God, huh
Ya dig? (Hoo)
999 shit, aye (Hoo)
When I'm in town (Yeah)
Party's goin' down (You dig?)
Shoot 'em down (Bow)
With a .50 round (You dig?)
Run the town (What?)
Balling hard, you outta bounds (You dig?)
So much money, damn it
I forgot the count (You dig?)
Aye, look at my bank account (You dig?)
Look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I'm out (You dig?)
I do the dash, I'm out (You dig?)
Look at my bank account (You dig?)
Look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I'm out (Look)
I just be cashing out (You dig?)
Walk in that bitch and I'm faded, uh
I fuck that bitch when I'm faded
I got the M&M's (Millions)
I called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, Mama, your son too famous, yeah
He on everybody playlist
But he's still armed and dangerous
He'll pop at a stranger
Sipping lean, cliché
I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup
Which one shall I pick today? Aye, aye
Sipping hard
Gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah
Take off your body parts, yeah
I'm swinging when I'm off the ecstasy
That's a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo
That's a Tony Stark, yeah
Pouring fours in a twenty
Ounce soda pop, yeah
I'm O.C.
Three-gram Wood full of OG (Huh)
Give BM dick like Moby (Uh)
Gun make him flash, Adobe (Uh)
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I'm rich
You can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, damn, yeah)
Damn, rich **** over here (They over here, huh)
Yeah, broke **** over there (They over, uh, there, uh)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, uh, go over, hoo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Go over there)
When I'm in town (Yeah)
Party's goin' down (You dig?)
Shoot 'em down (Bow)
With a .50 round (You dig?)
Run the town (What?)
Ballin' hard, you outta bounds (You dig?)
So much money, damn it
I forgot the count (You dig?)
Aye, look at my bank account (You dig?)
Look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I'm out (You dig?)
I do the dash, I'm out (You dig?)
Look at my bank account (You dig?)
Look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I'm out (Look)
I just be cashin' out (You dig?)

Writer(s): Jarad Higgins & Andre Proctor.

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