Halo (Rambo) Lyrics – Juice WRLD

Read the full Halo (Rambo) 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 We Don’t Get Along and Won’t hurt & Won’t hurt 2 (Sessions), two other songs by Juice Wrld.

[Intro]
(St-St-St-St—)
(St-St-St-St-Styn)
Uh, yeah
Go and get some—
Fu*k is you doing, go and get some money
Baby, go and get some—, yeah
You know what I’m saying?, yeah

[Chorus]
I just put Gucci my pea-coat
Fu*k with my gang, get a halo

My gun sing like Jay-Lo
In the trap, I gotta lay low
Yeah, I used to sleep in the ‘bando
Money older than your grand folks
Pull up on the scene with the 4-0
.30 in the clip, feeling like Rambo

[Verse 1]
In the court tryna judge me
They won’t get a damn thing
N!ggas tryna snitch on me, I hate when these birds sing
Used to break in n!ggas houses, I was committing burglaries, yeah
Now she wanna come ovеr and fu*k
Put that b!tch in an Uber right after I nut
She found out I had a girlfriеnd (Uh)
I can say it was tough (Oh yeah)
And tell your mom what’s up
I guess you now know me and her fu*ked
Spend that money whirlwind
Bad bad b!tch, she gorgeous
She told me she used to be ugly, b!tch you blossomed
Like a garden (Uh)

[Chorus]
I just put Gucci my pea-coat

Fu*k with my gang, get a halo
My gun sing like Jay-Lo
In the trap, I gotta lay low
Yeah, I used to sleep in the ‘bando
Money older than your grand folks
Pull up on the scene with the 4-0
.30 in the clip, feeling like Rambo
I just put Gucci my pea-coat (Uh)
Fu*k with my gang, get a halo (Uh)
My gun sing like Jay-Lo (Let’s go)
In the trap, I gotta lay low (Let’s go)
Yeah, I used to sleep in the ‘bando (B!tch)
Money older than your grand folks (B!tch)
Pull up on the scene with the 4-0 (Ugly B!tch, huh)
.30 in the clip, feeling like Rambo

[Verse 2]
TY, what you on?
Zay-zay, what you on?
Highride, what you on?
Maxi, what you on?
Spending money, get it gone
I been rolling up the strong
I been feeling so right when I’m high I been killing all my wrong’s, aye
I been sipping on the lean, kinda like this s*it D’usse
I’ma kick, push work, fiasco, no Lupe
Bad b!tch, she twerk, make a movie with it, no Blu-ray
Perc’ 30’s my face, so everyday is a blue day (Hey)

[Chorus]
I just put Gucci my pea-coat
Fu*k with my gang, get a halo
My gun sing like Jay-Lo
In the trap, I gotta lay low
Yeah, I used to sleep in the bando
Money older than your grandfolks
Pull up on the scene with the 4-0
.30 in the clip, feeling like Rambo (Okay)

[Verse 3]
She fu*ked on my skater friends
I call that b!tch gnarly, then she fu*ked my savages
(??)
Gucci from the Gucci store, you shop at the swap meet
I feel like Usain Bolt with this bag, n!gga it’s a track meet
All these b!tches ain’t s*it, they cannot surpass me
I’m in the strip club throwing Benjamin on her ass cheek
Bad b!tch named Ashley, like Mary-Kate and Ashley
She suck on my d!ck, she on her knees until she ashy
Pull up on the scene that choppa on me and it’s blasting
I’m shooting my hip just like the Suns, I’m Steve Nash-ing
Running up so fast, these n!ggas can’t fu*king catch me, yeah
They can’t catch me, yeah, they can’t catch me
WRLD On Drügs still, b!tch, I get high, uh
Fu*k with my cash b!tch, you’ll die
I got .40s and .45s, don’t forget the .9s, don’t forget the .9s
Choppers on deck, b!tch I’m in my prime-
(??)

[Chorus]
I just put Gucci my pea-coat
Fu*k with my gang, get a halo
My gun sing like Jay-Lo
In the trap, I gotta lay low
Yeah, I used to sleep in the bando
Money older than your grandfolks
Pull up on the scene with the 4-0
.30 in the clip, feeling like Rambo