Juice WRLD – Yeah Yeah Yeah Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Livin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m gon’ make it happen, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drippin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Do it in the latest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Hit the blunt, no passin’
Hopefully I’ll never crash the Aston
Get into it with another white bitch
She be snorting up all of the white shit
I do the purple shit in the blues
Huh, keep me from the blues
Choppa make you dance on you once or two (yeah)
Make a, make a noise
Everybody on my dick
Guess I’m doin’ something right
Codeine what I sip
Mix another Wock with the dirty Sprite
I won’t fight for shit, nah
That’s why I got a .45
And I won’t take no shit, nah
Nah, not this time
[Chorus]
Livin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m gon’ make it happen, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drippin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Do it in the latest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
Had to get this shit now ’cause it ain’t no waiting
Had to fuck the bank twice, ain’t no masturbating
I’ve been ballin’ super hard, I feel like Chamberlain
Fuck that bitch and then I’ll let her go, you know she waitin’
Fuck that bitch and then I give her back, her boyfriend hatin’
Slow my life down with them xannies bitch, I’m in a Matrix
Rolling up a blunt, this OG gas and ima face it
Keep my stick on body, (yeah)
Keep my blick on body, (yeah)
Not just anybody, (yeah)
It could be anybody, (yeah)
My lil’ gun a thottie, (yeah)
It got 20 bodies, (bodies)
I just bought a shotty, (shotty)
Got a big ol’ body, (body)
Ay, catch a body, gang, never we about
Off the molly, gang, at your bitch house
Got the whole gang at your bitch house
Did that whole thing at your bitch house, yuh
[Chorus]
Livin’ in my fashion, huh, what, yuh, yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, huh, what, huh, yeah
In the highest fashion, huh, ya dig, yeah
I’m gon’ make it happen, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drippin’ in my fashion, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck her in my fashion, huh yuh, yeah
Do it in the latest fashion, hm, yeah
In the highest fashion, yeah

[Verse 3]
I’m back out
Got locked up for selling at the crack house
Skate up on that nigga at the black out
Mask out, fuck ’em up
Mag out, fuck ’em up
He on my phone, he ordered to fuck me up
So we had to fuck him up
Ay, G Money in the cut, counting money up
Ay, Ima take a perc to ease the pain, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ima rob her, today, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
60 through Cashapp, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Send that shit this way, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Plug pull up, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Ruger’s tucked, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Shoot ’em up, shoot-shoot ’em up
Shoot-shoot the move, (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah yeah yeah
If I ain’t gettin’ high bitch, I don’t care
Touch the sky, bitch
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She be no fun