Juice Wrld - sh** Talk lyrics

[Hook: Juice Wrld] I go so hard, I go so hard I’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk We don’t say sh** at all we don’t like that sh** talk Ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off I sip wockhardt with the moonrock In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic Your sh** ain’t there yet, put some drip on it I take you whole check, and than I sh** on it [Verse 1: Juice Wrld] Rollie white as f** like I just put a brick on it Your Rollie fake as f** boy you can hear the tick on it The way she s**ed me up I thought it was a tick on me I get the money than I split it with my big homies You show your man off that n***a ain’t got sh** on me My clothing like my state of mind I got Revenge on me F&N on me thats a sick homie Not big enough my sh** will smoke you like a cig homie I bought a couple Gucci coats cause it’s a cold world I dropped the pill in the lean watch it fizz on me Ain’t enough love for me in the whole world My apologies my heart be getting big on me [Hook: Juice Wrld] I go so hard, I go so hard I’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk We don’t say sh** at all we don’t like that sh** talk Ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off I sip wockhardt with the moonrock In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic Your sh** ain’t there yet, put some drip on it I take you whole check, and than I sh** on it [Verse 1: Juice Wrld] Sip so much everyone think I’m gon’ die on em’ I put my heart into this sh** like I just cried on it My brother flippin’ in his grave there’s n***as lyin’ on him His homies wasn’t ever my homies n***as get to shootin’ like they Prigioni I get lean straight from Houston, that’s the Whitney on me You see that bag round my neck, that’s the semi on me If I got a backpack it’s probably cause it’s a titty on it I spent ten-racks all on shoes, hella kicks on me It make me feel some type of way, like my name Rich Homie New Balenciaga’s on me I bought two pairs They ain’t runners but you n***as know I’m still runnin’ [Hook: Juice Wrld] I go so hard, I go so hard I’m a rockstar, my brother with that stick talk We don’t say sh** at all we don’t like that sh** talk Ain’t no off days at all but we get them bricks off I sip wockhardt with the moonrock In that Bentley truck, yes I feel exotic Your sh** ain’t there yet, put some drip on it I take you whole check, and than I sh** on it