Barry Bonds (Lock On) Juice WRLD
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Barry Bonds (Lock On)" by Juice WRLD. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Intro]
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
[Chorus]
I won't pick up my phone shorty, uh
I've been road runnin'
Bitch is part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch, I'm fire like a stove, uh
Fire like, "Who left the stove on?"
She tell me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
I'm knockin' that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on that nigga we met at a park, I'm Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on
[Verse 1]
Uh, keepin' my Glock on (Uh)
I think outside of the box, oh
He said that he wanna box, yеah
Knock him right out of his socks, yeah
Somebody pass me thе rock (Yeah)
I'ma slam on that bitch like The Rock (Yeah)
Never gon' stop (Yeah)
Workin' my way to the top (Yeah-yeah-uh)
Let's go
Four Black friends in the back of the Benz, smokin' dope 'cause they don't care (Let's go)
Bro tote on a SIG while they rollin' off mids
Run up, don't you dare (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Clap 'em there
Ayy, make 'em disappear
I got some scary stories (On my momma)
Murder and makin' money
Ain't shit they could take from me
Two-fifty on my wrist, yeah, I went dummy
150 the clique, we all scummy
If we ever not rich, then we takin' all y'all money, let's go
(Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
[Chorus]
I won't pick up my phone shorty, uh
I've been road runnin'
Bitch is part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch, I'm fire like a stove, uh
Fire like, "Who left the stove on?"
She tell me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
I'm knockin' that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on that nigga we met at a park, I'm Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on
[Verse 1]
Uh, keepin' my Glock on (Uh)
I think outside of the box, oh
He said that he wanna box, yеah
Knock him right out of his socks, yeah
Somebody pass me thе rock (Yeah)
I'ma slam on that bitch like The Rock (Yeah)
Never gon' stop (Yeah)
Workin' my way to the top (Yeah-yeah-uh)
Let's go
Four Black friends in the back of the Benz, smokin' dope 'cause they don't care (Let's go)
Bro tote on a SIG while they rollin' off mids
Run up, don't you dare (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Clap 'em there
Ayy, make 'em disappear
I got some scary stories (On my momma)
Murder and makin' money
Ain't shit they could take from me
Two-fifty on my wrist, yeah, I went dummy
150 the clique, we all scummy
If we ever not rich, then we takin' all y'all money, let's go
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!