Happy Life
Juice WRLD
Happy Life lyrics
Intro
That nigga dont stop working he on tour
And he in the what the stu what (Bang hahaha)
(808 Mafia)
Chorus
Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck
With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set
Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it
Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec
Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck
With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set
Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it
Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec
Verse 1
Im stuntin off these Percocets theres lean in my soul
Treat thе Ecstasy like wheels I pop two then I roll
He aint rich for rеal flex I bet he will we all know he broke
This bitch at my show in the front row with my dick in her throat
Uh get stepped on off of the glass feel like LeBron
I smack her ass thats with my palm
Then I throw Ben Franklins
Thats your mans talking trash use him as demonstration
Yeah yeah line em up hit em with the firearm
Hahaha its like Im finna slit my wrist sike
Aint a sad kid but I got sad money huh right (Okay)
Im a sad kid with some sad money right
Prolly got sad from living the fast life (Bang haha)
Chorus
Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck
With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set
Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it
Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec
Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck
With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set
Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it
Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec
Verse 2
Uh bitch Im Barry Bonds
Yeah Im up to bat homie (Yeah)
Beat yo ass like a white police do a black homie (Yeah)
Got white people money also got a allwhite mansion (Yeah yeah)
Hockey rocky wrist avalanchin (Uh)
Dior every pair I got enough to share yeah
These Chanels aint just rare these Chanels rare rare
Vroom vroom vroom KTM through BelAir air
Boom boom room bad bitches in my lairair
New crib on the way feng shui on point
Backwoods five grams or ten gram joints
Gun in my hands trigrams sixtyfour shot boy
My Draco a thot (Bang) giving top on every block boy (Haha)
Chorus
Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck
With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set
Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it
Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec
Steppin in forces (Yeah) chains round my neck
With the gang totin them things it go bang on your set
Give me that brain give me that brain brain I need it
Choppa sing you run like Usain from the KelTec