Unreleased archive entry

Analog

Juice WRLD · Produced by Nick Mira

Analog lyrics

Chorus Hmm freestyle Im bout to let loose wind me up Heard he a snitch nigga tie him up Ill leave him washed up then dry em up Where my chopper at Line em up I dont play at all keep a stick like analog I dont play at all keep a stick like analog I dont play at all keep a stick like analog Keep a stick like analog keep a stick like analog yeah   Verse Collar round my neck yeah Im a dog yeah Pig out on a bitch feelin like a hog yeah Count the money up make sure that its all there Use your glasses contacts see it all clear IIIve been smokin chronic you can smell it in the air You in another country you still smell it over there You smokin mid like a little kid get that outta here Bitch Im rich I just bought a zip to throw it in the air Hella bands runnin like a Lambo at a red light Tried to leave me left so I had to leave you dead right Thats your big homie why he tellin to the feds Ive never seen no shit like that in my life If you ever fuck with my money you gettin shot up in the head right Tony Montana Dead right dead right Kidnap your family how dare I   Chorus Hmm freestyle Im bout to let loose wind me up Heard he a snitch nigga tie em up Ill leave him washed up then dry em up Where my chopper at Line em up I dont play at all keep a stick like analog I dont play at all keep a stick like analog I dont play at all keep a stick like analog Keep a stick like analog keep a stick like analog yeah   Open Verse   Chorus Hmm freestyle Im bout to let loose wind me up Heard he a snitch nigga tie him up Ill leave him washed up then dry em up Where my chopper at Line em up I dont play at all keep a stick like analog I dont play at all keep a stick like analog I dont play at all keep a stick like analog Keep a stick like analog keep a stick like analog yeah