Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD – Ransom (Remix) Lyrics

Ransom (Remix)

Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD

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"Ransom (Remix)." - Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:53 am

Album: Ransom (Remix) - Single

Track No: 01

Turn you to a dancer
Yeah
(Internet Money, bitch)
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see the way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps, they tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from
But them **** don't know me, they just know the place I'm from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you ain't want me last year, so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil' ****, are you laced?
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah
I'm in it to win it, I'ma be the best, yes sir
Started from the bottom, I ain't have no one, yes sir
Had to get big on them ****, Bruce Banner
Bro split wigs, turn a **** to a dancer
I got hard, I got soft, what you want?
Since the day that I've been on, they've been blowin' up my phone
I can't hear 'em, I got all this loud in my lungs
Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smokin' on Runtz
Uh, I'm in the hills, countin' bills (Ooh yeah)
All baguette diamonds, chandelier, give her chills (Yeah)
Feel like yesterday I was just watchin' Fresh Prince (Uh)
Now the crib look like Bel Air, RIP to Uncle Phil
Money big, Uncle Phil, twin Glocks, Phil and Lil
**** hate, Uncle Tom, spin 'em off me, carousel
Get 'em off me, go to hell
Silencer, kill 'em softly
Tecca'll take you for ransom, me, I'll put you in a coffin
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

Writer(s): Nick Mira, Taz Taylor, Jarad Higgins & Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe.

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