Lightyears (Explicit) - Juice WRLD/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Nick Mira/Jarad Higgins/Jeffrey Williams

Composed by：Nick Mira/Jarad Higgins/Jeffrey Williams

Produced by：Nick Mira

I wanna do her with her friend what's good

Her friend what's good

Baby I got 'em bands on bands ***** I'm

Runnin' up them bands ***** I'm

***** big pockets lookin' big big woah

Now my pockets lookin' big

Ayy pockets lookin' big

Lookin' big

Uh

Uh

Bank account lookin' big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me ***** the bullet hole big

I don't like revolvers they only hold six

Yeah I hang with them demons no 6-6-6

Yo' ***** swallowin' my semen

Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect

**** her face then put her on the Internet

I just been lettin' the cash grow

Run up on me die faster

I'm a real nigga no I'm not an actor

Double cup with that red lean I'ma sip classy

Dior on my feet I feel classy

You say you love me do you mean that

I don't think so

'Cause you weren't there when I was down bad

I don't think so ***** I know so

Money by the boatload

I know why these h*es actin' nice

'Cause I'm a rich guy

Rich guy

Been on my own **** let that **** fly

**** fly

Taking trips off the Percs I be sky high

Sky high

In the sky sippin' on red lean like it's red wine red wine

Bank account lookin' big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me ***** the bullet hole big

I don't like revolvers they only hold six

Yeah I hang with them demons no 6-6-6

Yo' ***** swallowin' my semen

Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect

**** her face then put her on the Internet

When I see diamonds my senses start twinglin'

Sex

Dawg nigga twelve phones all of 'em ringin'

Like "Brr brr Hello do you need me"

Like "Brr brr Hell no baby beat it"

Army green F&Ns

Two of 'em

Bet a p***y nigga won't rat again

Bet

Bank account low again

Why

'Cause I spend all my money on my friends

Hey

Where the **** your cash go

Where

How the **** your drip up to par but your cash low

Ha

How the hell you manifest from a big dawg to a tadpole

How you know that you talented and you dance for

See we went to the top from them shackles

Top

How you know in the future gon' be a*s though

Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go

Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank though

Park

Alright I'm lit no lie

Buyin' horses like in Salem know we mob tie aw yeah

Rich in real life I do not see you ho

Like it's midnight even in light

Bank account lookin' big

Forty make you dance like a jig

You in the way put a hole in your wig

Desert Eagle on me ***** the bullet hole big

I don't like revolvers they only hold six

Yeah I hang with them demons no 6-6-6

Yo' ***** swallowin' my semen

Forgettin' the meaning of self-respect

**** her face then put it on the Internet