Carry It Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Carry It Lyrics by Juice WRLD from the “The Party Never Ends” album is a Newly released English song. Carry It Lyrics are written by Juice WRLD, Prevade & Gezin while the song is produced by Prevade & Gezin. The song was published on January 6, 2023.

Carry It Song Details:

Carry It Lyrics

Uh-huh, yeah
I’ma talk some shit
(Gezin), uh-huh, yeah
I’m in the cut with an aerial
(8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Um, I’m bound to blow
up like a aerial (Yeah)
The n!ggas with me don’t
really speak no English
They scream and they
shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)
I just saw a pu$$y, I just saw a rat
Who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)
These n!ggas don’t really be n!ggas
These n!ggas be b!tches (Sheesh),
who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)

Um, the gun I’ma carry it (Gra, gra)
Wet ’em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Brra)
Make it look scarier (Let’s go, brra)
Ain’t been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Everyday my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin’ up my phone line (Yeah)
Told her I’ll fu*k her on my own time (Let’s go)

Strap, aim at your noodle, yes, yes
That’s what amateurs do (Brra, brra)
B!tch, I’m a dog, b!tch,
I’m an animal, I’m out the zoo
I up the Glock, make ’em jump
like hopscotch (Brra, brra)
Leave his a$$ sick like the flu
Bad b!tches, need two, yeah
Don’t trust him, he fool, yeah
Hangin’ out the roof in Balenciaga shoes
Virgil Abloh on me too
(Come on)
Fresh a$$ n!gga, all
these pest a$$ n!ggas
I’ma press that n!gga,
I’ma shoot (Boom)
I’m a vet a$$ n!gga,
up a ‘Tec a$$ n!gga
Tryna find peace, Ron
Artest a$$ n!gga (Ayy)
They see blonde dreads,
try and test that n!gga (Sick ’em)
I’ma have to cardiac arrest
a n!gga (Sick ’em, sick ’em)
Do ’em dirty like Old Yeller (Yeah)
Money the age of an
old fellow (Yeah, yeah)
Nicknamed my .45 Mayweather
It’s a thot, it’s a ho, a Hugh Hefner
Got the pot on the stove, super chef
I’m 2Pac with the juice, Makaveli
Hundred shots in the tool, battle-ready
Dunk on the b!tch,
I’m rim-rattle McGrady
Ice on your b!tch in
a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)
Dick so good, she
started to pay me (Uh-huh)
I got the cup like
I came from the ’80s (Uh-huh)
There’s white in my cup like
I came from the ’80s (Ayy)
You sittin’ in coach with
your b!tch and your baby (Ayy)
I’m up in first with
my first fu*kin’ lady (Ayy)
She been lovin’ the way
I been fu*kin’ her lately (Ayy)
Fu*k around, fu*k around,
give her a baby (Ayy)

Um, the gun I’ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet ’em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Blaow)
Make it look scarier (Let’s go)
Ain’t been this hot in a long time (Yeah)
Every day my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin’ up my phone line (Yeah)
Told her I’ll fu*k her on my own time (Yeah)

Uh, um, I remember I was on the run
I was hitting licks just for fun,
even though I was broke
No, I ain’t have no dough so
I was tryna get me some
Tryna rob me, nah
Tryna rob me, n!gga, you dumb,
best believe I’m gon’ keep one
Got a 30 and a drum,
got a horny a$$ gun on me
I’ma up it, get to bustin’, make it cum
Got a horny-a$$ ho on my phone,
wonder what she on
I’ma make her bust it open,
make her cum, yeah
Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah
Wet ’em up, fire hydrant, yeah
Call my Draco Neji, yeah,
sixty-four shot tri gun, yeah
So many drugs around me,
if you with me you gon’ try some, yeah
I dip the blunt in the Actavis
I pour a four with a potion,
I’m passionate
I’m wreakin’ havoc,
I’m chillin’ with savages
Shootin’ like Mavericks with them automatics
Radical but I move highly irrational
Beat a n!gga a$$ in the club like Raditz
Guess I forgot all of my home trainin’
‘Cause everywhere we go,
we keep the ratchet

Um, the gun I’ma carry it (Yeah)
Wet ’em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Yeah)
Make it look scarier (Let’s go, Gezin)
Ain’t been this hot in a long time (Yeah)
Everyday my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin’ up my phone line
(Yeah, 8-8-8-808 Mafia)
Told her I’ll fu*k her on my own time (Yeah)

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