Juice WRLD – Double R’s (Dark Tints) Lyrics

Double R’s (Dark Tints) Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah (Carlton)
Dark tints, no they can’t see in (Eighteen)
I’m the shit, had to beat the old man ass folk
Dark tints, no you don’t see in
Haha, fuck it
Rolls-Royce with the dark tints
No, they can’t see in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, uh, uh-huh
They still peep him
Of course, yeah‎‍

[Chorus]
Double R (Yeah) with the dark tints, no, they can’t see in (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smokin’ green, rollin’ cat piss ’til I can’t see at all (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Pockets lookin’ like a fat bitch, livin’ lavish (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Money makin’ is a habit, and I’m a addict (Uh, yeah, yeah, cha-ching)
Outer space, I be walkin’, Mr. Martian (Lift, lift, lift, lift)
In my safe, I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage (Cash, cash, cash)
He ain’t safe, killers get to him if he a target (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
In my way, I could have your head for a bargain (Yeah, yeah, decapitated)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, young millionaire, feel like Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah)
They ain’t think I was gon’ make it this far
It’s a big ol’ shock, like electric chairs (Oh yeah)
Woadie wantin’ what I got, so on my waist
It’s a big old Glock, don’t you dare (Ch-ch, grrah)
Between my legs, goin’ in yo’ bitch face
Is a big ol’ cock, plenty to share (Smash, smash), oh yeah
Young rich black kid, eatin’ good, fat kid (Talk to ’em)
Growin’ up, I was a bad kid (Yeah), hung around the savages (What else?)
Always liked fashion (Yeah), always liked bad bitches (Of course)
Always popped prescription pills (Uh, uh)
Hid ’em in my cabinet (Uh-huh)
Purp, mixed with syrup, mix with the gas, equal bad vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah, Uh-huh)
If the conversation don’t got nothin’ to do with the cash
I ain’t havin’ it (Yeah, money)
Next car ride ’boutta gon’ have 200 on the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I’m Flash with it (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
If these niggas want smoke, we pullin’ up on they ave (Skrrt), holdin’ the cabbages (Boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus]
Double R (Yeah) with the dark tints, no, they can’t see in (Uh, uh, uh-huh)
Smokin’ green, rollin’ cat piss ’til I can’t see at all (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Pockets lookin’ like a fat bitch, livin’ lavish (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Money makin’ is a habit, and I’m a addict (Uh, yeah, yeah, cha-ching)
Outer space, I be walkin’, Mr. Martian (Lift, lift, lift, lift)
In my safe, I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage (Cash, cash, cash)
He ain’t safe, killers get to him if he a target (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
In my way, I could have your head for a bargain (Yeah, yeah, decapitated)

[Verse 2]
Don’t get in my way, shawty (Uh-uh)
Don’t get in my way, shawty (Uh-uh)
Mini-AK, shawty (Brr, brah)
On the ground where you lay, shawty (Uh-huh)
Fuck what you say, shawty (Bah)
Go get to that K, K, K (Uh-huh)
All white Margiela, had to turn to a ski mask, now I’m goin’ KKK (We ride, of course)
I’m on my raptor, bitch, I floor it (Skrrt)
Feel like 250 horses (Yee-haw)
When we comin’ down the street
Me and my gang sound like 250 Porsches (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, vroom)
Goldilocks, when she suck my cock, said it feel just right (Yeah, yeah)
She blow it like porridge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He say he a dog, but he pussy (Courage)
‘Cause she ask too many questions
Bitch, are you Katie Couric? (What?)
I speak my own language when I’m off the Percocets
I hit that bitch with the Juice WRLD swerve (What she say?)
Last friday night, fuck your bitch like Katy Perry
Last night was a blacked out blur (Oh, yeah)
Hit the pussy, get in the kitty
Hit it so good, that lil’ bitch purr (Prr, prr, prr)
I told that man, I fucked his bitch
He looked at her, then she concurred (“Did you really do that, Sally?” Ha-ah)
Like damn, “Are you sure?”
She was sober when she did it
I ain’t even let her drink no beer (Uh-uh)
‘Cause I wanted her to remember that she fucked on JuiceTheKidd (Yeah, uh-huh)
I said JuiceTheKidd (Uh-huh)
That’s ‘fore I was rich (Did she get it?)
I was already fuckin’ your bitch (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Double R (Yeah) with the dark tints, no, they can’t see in (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smokin’ green, rollin’ cat piss ’til I can’t see at all (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Pockets lookin’ like a fat bitch, livin’ lavish (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Money makin’ is a habit, and I’m a addict (Uh, yeah, yeah, cha-ching)
Outer space, I be walkin’, Mr. Martian (Yeah, yeah, Percocet)
In my safe, I hold Benjamin Franklin hostage (Yeah, yeah, cash, cash, cash)
He ain’t safe, killers get to him if he a target (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
In my way, I could have your head for a bargain (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s kill it)