Ain’t No Waiting Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Ain’t No Waiting Lyrics by Juice WRLD

Hell yeah
Had to get this sh#t now, ’cause it ain’t no waiting
Had to get this sh#t now
Had to get this sh#t now, ’cause it ain’t no waiting

Had to f#ck the bank twice, ain’t no masturbating
I’ve been balling super hard, I feel like Chamberlain
f#ck that b#tch and then I get let her go, you know she waiting
f#ck that b#tch and then I give her back, her boyfriend hating

Slow my life down with them Xannies, b#tch, I’m in the matrix
Rolling up a blunt, it’s OG gas, and I’ma face it
Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah
I go through these phases, it’s amazing

This b#tch drive me crazy
Like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedеs
Smash your lady

On the daily
f#ck n#gg#, don’t play me
f#ck n#gg#, I play for keeps
On the scеne, I spray then leave

These n#gg#s won’t let me be
These n#gg#s won’t let me breathe
Run up on me, I make ’em bleed
Choppa on me, it make ’em leak

New gun, I’ma c#ck it back
Put that to your stock, and cap
Click-clack, f#ck n#gg#, get back
Bobby Brown, I’ma spit that crack

Get the f#ck out of my trap
You ain’t welcome in my trap
Real n#gg#s up in my trap
Trill n#gg#s up in my trap

We don’t know how to act
Lately, I’ve been pouring up Act’
Bad b#tch get hit from the back
After that, may give her a stack

I ain’t pay for a p#ss#, no cap
I ain’t pay for a p#ss#, no cap
b#tch still wanna come, get that
Wanna know where my new crib at

f#ck n#gg#, you better fall back
‘Cause the gun to your head, fall back
Got a gun in my hand, fall back
Got a gun on my hip, fall back

Got a choppa in the trunk, fall back
‘Cause we dip, we jump, fall back
Put a bullet hole in yo’ ball cap
And you know we don’t f#ck wit all that

And your dog topped, like durag
On the top, like a new durag
I’ma f#ck your b#tch, do that
I’ma leave her in the past

I’ma count up all my cash
I’ma get right in my bag
I know these n#gg#s mad
‘Cause all I do is brag

I don’t look at the tags
That. 40 on me, get tagged
That. 40 on me, get dragged
These n#gg#s not straight, they fags

You know I get money, all rack
Rack up, rack up, that rack
Run up on me, you get hit, clapped
Run that sh#t like a lap

So perky my relapse
I run it like a lap
The police on my #ss, uh
I get ghost up in that Ghost, huh

Yeah, I do the most
Brag up on ’em, and I boast, yeah
Pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, . 40 on me, leave you traumatized

My gun got a silence, you know you ain’t die, b#tch
Run up you gon’ die b#tch, got a. 45 b#tch
With a. 9 b#tch, you know you ain’t my b#tch
You ain’t my b#tch, you know you ain’t my b#tch

You’s a sidekick, you know you ain’t my b#tch
You’s a sidekick, you know you ain’t my b#tch
You’s a sidek-, sidek-, you a sidekick, side
I still may go ride it like a bike

Run up on me, then you gonna die
Put that on my life, my dick in your wife
Yeah, hell yeah
f#cking right, hell yeah

f#cking right, hell yeah, yeah
b#tch I’m booted, b#tch I’m zooted, and you know
Probably run up on ’em, then I let it go
I was running through the six with the woes

40 hit ’em with it, woah
Money machine gang
Money machine gang, Xanny and lean gang
Money machine gang, money machine gang

Money machine gang, f#ck your team gang
Money machine gang, f#ck your team gang
Money machine gang, f#ck your team gang
She do the whole gang, that’s a team thang

Money machine gang, money machine gang
Money machine gang, money machine gang
I feel like a boss, b#tch, you’re fired, you laid off
A killer at heart, b#tch, I feel like I’m Adolf

In the cut, my AK on me, I’m gonna let it off, uh
Don’t believe try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it off, huh, ayy
Catch a body gang, that’s what we about, yeah, ayy
Off the molly gang, at your b#tch house, uh, ayy

Got the whole gang at your b#tch house, uh, ayy
Did our whole thing at your b#tch house, yeah
I’m back out, got locked up for selling at the crack house
Skate up on a n#gg# at the blackout

Mask out, f#ck ’em up
Mag out, f#ck ’em up
He on my phone, he ordered to f#ck me up, yeah, yeah, huh
So we had to f#ck him up, ayy, yeah

Ayy, G-Money in the cut, countin’ money up
Ayy, I’ma take a Perc to ease the pain
I’ma buy a Perc today
60 through Cash App, send that sh#t this way

Plug pull up, Ruger’s tucked, shoot ’em up
Shoo-shoot ’em up, shoo-shoot ’em up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I get high, b#tch I don’t care

Touch the sky b#tch, you not my b#tch
Woah ho-oh
My gun got a silence (mhm), you know you ain’t die b#tch (yeah)
I’m fly- c’mon

Woah ho-oh
What’s brakkin’, uh, huh, huh
I know n#gg#s lacking, uh, huh, huh
I ain’t never ever lacking, uh, huh, huh

40 on me, yeah, I smack it, uh, huh, huh
Told you I ain’t with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
Yeah, I be pistol packing, yeah, huh, huh
If I don’t got it then my brother got one, huh

Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
Ayy, wait
Better get your money up
Ayy, yeah

I be on a money hunt
Ayy, yeah
On your spot, I shoot it up
Ayy, ain’t no Timberland, I boot it up, yeah, ayy

One second, it’s leave me alone
Then, I don’t want to be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me ‘lone
But I don’t wanna be alone

I don’t wanna be there alone
I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be here alone
I don’t wanna be alone

I don’t wanna be if she can’t be with me, I won’t be
If she can’t see with me, I won’t see, yeah
She’s what I need, yeah
Like pills and I ring, yeah

Mix that with that lean, that promethazine
Make my sprite bleed, make my sprite bleed
Make your gang bleed, huh, ayy, huh
I fell in love with the paper, then the guap came

f#ck the bank till the guap came
I fell in love with that b#tch, she love cocaine
Too bad we don’t love the same things
I fell in love with the money, then the guap came, yeah

f#ck the bank till the guap came
I fell in love with her p#ss#, she love cocaine
Too bad we don’t like the same things
Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
Keep in tucked, yeah, huh, huh
You can’t keep up with us (yeah, ayy)
I remember they was dissing us

The same hoes down to f#ck, yeah
I don’t like parties, but I still go
Balenciaga runners look like steel toes (huh, huh, yeah I got [?])
Paper on me

b#tch I’m out of your reach
Out of your re–
Money on me (money)
40 on me, yeah

Hundreds on me, yeah
(Woah ho-oh)
(Yeah)
(Mhm)

(Yeah, ayy)
(Woah ho-ho)
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Juice WRLD Lyrics – Ain’t No Waiting

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Ain’t No Waiting