Smith & Wesson Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full Smith & Wesson lyrics by Juice WRLD along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Juice Wrld’s music, you can also explore Empty Out Your Pockets and The Party Never Ends, two other songs by Juice Wrld.

[Chorus]
My wave, they gon’ ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (Ride)
I do not comply, not comply, not comply (Comply)
Why? ‘Cause I’m way too high, She get inside (C’mon)
Come on, buckle up, lets go for a ride, yeah

[Verse 1]
on they ass
What is you saying?, You only shoot blanks (Brrah-brrah-brrah)
Go ahead and talk to these boys about pain
Counting them racks (C’mon)

Huh, gun across the world, in the clubs
That’s my Smith & Wesson (Brrah-brrah)
I’ma leave his block with a message (Brrah-brrah-brrah)
Go ahead and grab the extended clip, gon’ put it with hollow tip, yeah
Ain’t no anti-violence kid, I keep them b!tches in self defense (Facts)
I mean come on, it’s a brick on my wrist
All my diamonds be dancing, they jealous of it, yeah
“Jesus, I think he at it again” (Uh)
Got an AP on AP, no Patek in here (Uh-huh)
Say you want smoke, well Lilo on me
I’ma feed you to my savages (C’mon), yeah, huh
Got a habit to keep automatics (What else?)
I’ma stash ’em up under my mattress (What else?)
Bring ’em out when the opps wanna battle (Uh-huh)
Bring ’em out when the racks wanna tattle (Uh-huh)
He a snake, yeah I know it, he rattles (Rattle, rattle, rattles)
We was wilding, we dragging em snappers (Uh-huh)
Say he want smoke wit lil’ ol’ me, I’ma feed you to my savages, yeah
Huh, got a habit to keep automatics (What else?)
Like I’m stashing ’em up under my mattress (What else?)
Bring ’em out when the opps wanna battle (Uh-huh)
Bring ’em out when the rats wanna tattle (Uh-huh)
He a snake, yeah, I know when he rattle (Uh-huh)
We was wilding, we dragging em snappers
I get high, I don’t beef with no rappers (Uh-huh)

Never leaving my brothers, it’s tatted on me
Hit the streets if you want my credentials
Everybody know Kyro now, I call him up and put shots in your mental (What else?)
Push up in the crib, it go 200, even though everyone in here is 150 (Oh yeah)
Up the price on my wrist, it was 200
Plus a few hundred more, if you get me, yeah
Then I went and bought a watch on my nice list (Uh)
The talk of the town couldn’t miss (Uh-huh)
What I’m tryna say is get realistic (Uh-huh)
I’ma be rich, you n!ggas is wristless (Uh-huh)
I spent your rent on my family Christmas (Uh-huh)
I got everything that was on they wishlist (Uh-huh)
And don’t go broke tryna prove me wrong
For your sake I wouldn’t risk it

[Chorus]
My wave, they gon’ ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (Ride)
I do not comply, not comply, not comply (Comply)
Why? ‘Cause I’m way too high, She get inside (C’mon)
Come on, buckle up, lets go for a ride, yeah

[Verse 2]
Hop in the spaceship
Police tryna’ follow, I’m too evasive (Skrrt)
Codeine baby bottles, I’ve been abusive, yeah
Brand new Diablo, remember Monte Carlo
Now I’m working, listening in to my music (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Kids rage, rage, rage, rage, ’til last night too high, couldn’t do it
I just be overly under the influence
I’m in my zone, E.T. phone when I’m on my way home
My ‘lil thing just got a new thong, she put it on, so I do it all night long
On the studio all night long
On that mud, I can’t do wrong
Off of them Percs, make drug songs
Off of them Percs, make love songs
Off of them Percs make thug songs (Brrat)
Toting them gun songs
I could fu*k your mom, sum’ to sum’, Bin Laden on the b0mb songs
Talking with diamonds on my mouth, conversations while I floss
Reservations while I’m still on my play, b!tch, I’m a boss

[Chorus]
My wave, they gon’ ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (Ride)
She wanna get in my ride yeah, ride yeah, ride (Ride)
I do not comply, not comply, not comply (Comply)
Why? ‘Cause I’m way too high, She get inside (C’mon)
Come on, buckle up, lets go for a ride, yeah