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"Big." - Juice WRLD

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:46 pm

Album: Death Race For Love (Bonus Track Version)

Track No: 07

(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
Sick and tired of these hatin' ass ****, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man
Shit, fuck, ****
Yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee, but I still got the TEC, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects
I'ma turn a **** block to a art project
Picasso, I'll paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah
Okay
If you ain't payin' a hunnid thousand, get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes
I ain't Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
Hit a lil bitch like brrr
Why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here?
How do you live in here?
I got my crib here
Havin' some kids here
I do it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
I do it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
She saw me in the club
How did you get in here?
Fuck is you doin' here?
Why is you shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah
Big, big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You on bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter
I gotta prove myself, no lames
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I'ma still get laid
That bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed (Smash, smash)
I took a piss on your dead homie grave
Chicago shit
Chicago ****
Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch
Yeah, I'm super-rich
I could pay your rent
Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints
Pull up with the tints
Clip is extended, never gave a fuck
Never gave a shit
Only gettin' rich
If I live, forgive and forget
Man, I don't forget shit
(You don't know when to stand)
(You got it bad, man, come in)
(A better day coming)
Man, I don't forget shit
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best
I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee, but I still got the TEC, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects
I'ma turn a **** block to a art project
Picasso, I'll paint that
Where the fuck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah

Writer(s): Jarad Higgins, Chauncey Hollis & Alexander Lewis.

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