Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees

Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics

Artist: Juice WRLD
Song: The Bees Knees

Let’s go, let’s go
Chasing the lean
Let’s go (g. ry got me, okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain (ap gang)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s do it
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (ya dig?)
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say (what, what? ya dig?)

Groupie hoes wanna come my way (c’mon)
Come take this pic and get out my face (c’mon)
Ran into my main thing (yeah, yeah)
Come take this dick and you can stay (yeah)

It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer (uh-huh)
Holy sh#t, he’s the sh#t, words from my peers (uh-huh, uh-huh)
You don’t like me, you can suck a dick
That’s how it goes around here (yeah, suck a f#cking dick)

Cowboy, oh, yeah, big six-shooter in the air
Drunky, you wanna f#ck me, b#tch, then f#ck me (let’s do it)
You wanna kill me, n#gg#, then buck me (let’s do it)
These n#gg#s really want me dead (c’mon)

I don’t really think they that lucky (c’mon)
I told my b#tch i love her (i did)
I hope she think i mean it (woah)
I wouldn’t lie about that sh#t, trust me (at all)

I wouldn’t lie about street sh#t, trust me (at all)
I wouldn’t lie about drug sh#t, trust me (oh no)
See that drug sh#t hide the ugly (oh no)
And i ain’t never been ugly, trust me (oh no)

Dicked up in her brain, concussion (uh-huh)
We had a snoop dogg discussion (we did)
A sexual eruption (smash)
Open up them legs, i’m hungry (let’s go)

I’m done with these hoes
f#cked on a few of these hoes
Sad how i’m doin’ these hoes
Soap droppin’ #ss n#gg# full of flaws

They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law
I’m done with these hoes
f#cked on a few of these hoes
Sad how i’m doin’ these hoes

Soap droppin’ #ss n#gg# full of flaws
They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law
Bank account eruptin’ (yeah)
I need me a safe or somethin’ (yeah)

I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (c’mon)
I don’t need that wraith for nothing (let’s go)
But it’s a wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (all white)

Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (uh)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (f#ck 12, f#ck 12, f#ck 12)
Chasin’ the lean, rotting my brain, honestly (chasin’)
Drugs, the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say (faith)

Groupie hoes wanna come my way (c’mon)
Come take this pic and get out my face (c’mon)
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter (yeah, yeah)
That’s codeine in it, no ace of spades (oh, yeah)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, n#gg#, wait
n#gg#, it’s a wave, n#gg#, i’m a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am i to talk? i’m ap gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, okay

Used to bein’ afraid, uh, perc’ on the dinner plate, uh
Brand-new china set for the house, versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved? (what?)
Yeah, you got you a gun, but you still too soft (n#gg#)

You ain’t gon’ shoot that b#tch at all (uh-uh)
If i got it on me, i’ma let that b#tch off (grrah)
Hot boy, young lil wayne sh#t, you see the socks boy
Plus i’m a glock boy, new clip, huggin’ a thot, boy

Givin’ ’em top where they brain is
I’m a rock star lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, i aim big (yee haw)
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (i do)

I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (uh-huh)
I don’t need that wraith for nothing (skrrt-skrrt)
But it’s a wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (rape my wrist)

Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (i know it, yeah)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say

Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no ace of spades

I’m done with these hoes
f#cked on a few of these hoes
Sad how i’m doin’ these hoes
Soap droppin’ #ss n#gg# full of flaws

They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law
I’m done with these hoes
f#cked on a few of these hoes
Sad how i’m doin’ these hoes

Soap droppin’ #ss n#gg# full of flaws
They gon’ kill you or you gon’ get killed by the law
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (i do)

I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (uh-huh)
I don’t need that wraith for nothing (skrrt-skrrt)
But it’s a wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (rape my wrist)

Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (i know it, yeah)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say

Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no ace of spades

Let me switch it up on y’all f#ck n#gg#s, haha
Dawn in denial, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Uh (let’s go)

Double cup pleasure (double)
Can i feel this way forever? (uh-huh)
It don’t matter how f#cked up i get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort

Phone line going awol, i’m the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bee’s knees (the bee’s knees), i am
The bee’s knees (the bee’s knees), b#tch, i am

The bee’s knees
It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
Now i got money, i can’t afford loyalty
It’s a cold day in hell, gotta pay for loyalty? (why you gotta pay for that?)

To do what i do, you need a whole team
It’s child’s play to me, hey
The bee’s knees, i am
The bee’s knees, i am

Oc
Never do coke, no, f#ck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the benz, smokin’ thrax

Countin’ up the racks, b#tch, i’m the bee’s knees
Oc
Never do coke, no, f#ck a nosebleed
Do what i wanna, blunts to the strong marijuana, i am (woah)

The bee’s knees
I’m oc
Never do coke, no, f#ck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats

Dust in the bentley, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up these racks, i’m the bee’s knees
Hah, hah
n#gg#s not ready for this sh#t at all

Listen to juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
’cause you talkin’ to a boss
A death race
Uh— my fault, i’m high

A death race for love
I ain’t just racin’ for love though (no, i’m not)
My heart racin’
My money racin’ (facts), my mind racin’ (facts)

All black diamonds like i’m racist (huh, you dig?)
“lucid dreams” still on your b#tch playlist (yessir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “how could you say this?”
Timeless music b#tch (thank god for me, me, me)

Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (bee’s knees)
Nah, f#ck racks, need a black card
That’s how i’m gon’ show you i’m hard
Yeah, where the percs at now?

I’m a businessman, so that mean i’m ’bout my business, man
Ayy, rp go that sh#t, this boy got that sh#t
I know y’all seen them old videos of dream team playin’ basketball (michael jordan, game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three-man-weave, f#ck n#gg#

The bee’s knees
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Release Year: 2019