Choice (On The Regular) lyrics

by

Juice WRLD


[Intro]
Ayy, b*tch, woah
Uh, yeah, uh
Yeah
Get racks on the regular (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Racks on the regular, racks on the regular (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Chorus]
I'ma get the cash, that's forever (Cash), get it on the regular (Cash)
We separate, not together (Yeah), keep it that way forever (Yeah)
Margiela all on my sweater (Uh-huh), it get yo' girl wetter (Uh-huh)
Run up on me, my hand on beretta (Uh-huh), hit you and your beretta (Uh-huh)
I'm ballin' out the stadium (Cash), you can't ball better (Swish)
You know I got Moncler on me (Yeah), in thе cold weather (Yeah, yеah)
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, n*gga, Mayweather (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
My VVS on me, all white, all white, it look like sleigh weather (Bling, bling, bling), uh-huh

[Verse 1]
As I hop in the ride (Skrrt)
Got yo' thot, she inside (Got yo' thot)
Hand on my Glock, I won't trust (Grrah)
Run up on me, you gon' die (Grahh, grahh)
Perkies on the way
Three to the face, damnit, I'm too high (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can't)
I don't wan' take these Percs no more
But if I don't take 'em, feel like I'm gon' die (Yeah, yeah)
And I gotta live for 'em (I gotta live)
That choppa on me, pull up, grrah, grrah
Make him run, Forrest (Make him run)
He say he wanna fight, f*ck that
I got a gun for him (I got a gun)
I'm yo' father, b*tch why bother?
You is my son, boy (You my son)
Run up on me then that chopper got heat kinda like the sun, boy (Kinda like the sun)
My brother locked up, need to let him out just like Akon, boy (Just like Akon)
AK in the back of the truck, Al Qaeda on it, Osam', boy (Osam')
If you lookin' for me, I'm prolly puttin' di*k up in yo' mom, boy (Put di*k in yo' momma, yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular
We separate, not together, keep it that way forever
Margiela all on my sweater, it get yo' girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium, you can't ball better
You know I got Moncler on me in the cold weather
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, n*gga, Mayweather
My VVS on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
Two to the face, I'm okay (I'm gone)
Get away with crimes like O.J, uh (Yeah)
Lean on me, no O.J, uh (Yeah)
VVS clear like Blu-Ray, uh (Gleam)
Triple nine on my wrist, no slit (Slit)
b*tch told me that she would slit her wrist (Slit her wrist)
Stop acting pus*y, no clitoris
Man up, Ellen DeGenerous (Yeah)
Uh, I was generous
I'm done being a gentleman
f*ck up out your feelings b*tch (b*tch)
I don't give a f*ck what you feeling, b*tch
All this over some silly sh*t (Yeah)
You must have some mental damages
We can play games if you wanna play
Game over, game over, you know I win
How does it feel to be the loser? I'm poppin' pills (b*tch)
How does it feel to be the loser? I'm askin' for real (I'm askin' for real, real, real)
Uh, this is a miracle (Nah)
Nah, this some bullsh*t
It's really yourself you embarrassing
[Chorus]
I'ma get the cash, that's forever (Uh), get it on the regular (Uh-huh)
We separate, not together (Uh), keep it that way forever (Skrrt, skrrt, uh-huh)
Margiela all on my sweater (Margiela), it get yo' girl wetter (Oh yeah)
Run up on me, my hand on beretta (Oh yeah), hit you and your beretta (Grahh, grahh, grahh)
I'm ballin' out the stadium (Uh), you can't ball better (Uh-uh)
You know I got Moncler on me (Uh-huh) in the cold weather (Uh-huh)
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, n*gga, Mayweather
My VVS on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, I'm back on it
Your b*tch, she wanna f*ck
I tell her "Cool", I'm feeling lonely
Run up on me, brand new gun
Tommy on me, MAC-cy on me
I get cheese, no macaroni, uh
I can turn your brains into some f*ckin' mostaccioli
Uh, huh, all on the floor, dead president on me just like a mourge (Huh, yuh)
Your b*tch a whore, run up on me you get put on the floor (Uh, yeah)
Kickflip work just like a skateboard
Your b*tch back in this, break it like a record
I'm in the studio, all I do is push record
Platinum, platinum, plat', yeah that's me boy (That's me boy)

[Chorus]
I'ma get the cash, that's forever, get it on the regular
We separate, not together, keep it that way forever
Margiela all on my sweater, it get yo' girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on beretta, hit you and your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium, you can't ball better
You know I got Moncler on me in the cold weather
I knock 'em out, left-right, left-right, uppercut, n*gga, Mayweather
My VVS on me, all white, alright, it look like sleigh weather, uh-huh
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