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Bitty is an unreleased collaboration by Juice WRLD and Trippie Redd. The track leaked on October 10, 2021.
Check out the lyrics to Bitty below.
[Intro: Juice WRLD, Yung Bans, & Robb Bank$]
Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, lil' b**ch
Nuri the G.O.A.T.
Haha
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count them racks then go, smokin' on thrax and coke
Come from Mexico (They come from Mexico)
Thumbin' through racks, oh, hundred in the stash house (Go)
I'ma ball 'til I fall out (Go), I'm on the cash route
Gleam, glaow, they see the diamonds through the tints
You ain't 'sposed to make it from my city, from our city
Bickin' it back, now I'm in the 'burbs now (I made it)
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[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I'm faded, contemplatin', is it greatness that I'm chasin'?
Walk in, feel the vibrations (Yeah)
Kel-Tec leave a n**ga vibrating (Yeah)
Kel-Tec end a n**ga like Raiden (Oh yeah)
Kel-Tеc send a n**ga to Satan (Yeah)
Send 'еm to Heaven, adjacent (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Slumped over, you GTA wasted (Yeah)
I be rollin' around and I'm racin' (Yeah)
In a brand new 'Rari, not basic (Skrr)
Got a lot of all these blunts that I'm facin'
Tryna f**k on your thot 'fore the day end, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, all-seeing eye like a Mason, yeah, b**ch
I swear I can't go for nothing, baby, I can't show no pity (Can't show no pity)
All my choppas supermodels, bought them b**ches t**ties (Bought 'em t**s)
N**ga, we don't do no talking, we gon' pull up to yo' bitty (Bah)
Hella bullets fly, try to put one in yo' kidney (Yeah)
Yeah, my dogs like Santa Paws, I got a present for yo' kiddy (Kiddy)
Yeah, we want the smoke, we want the smoke like it's a chimney (Yeah, yeah)
And I ride 'round with that fire, that's some bloods from my city (Yeah, yeah)
Hope a n**ga ready for war if he tryna-tryna get me
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count them racks then go, smokin' on thrax and coke
Come from Mexico (They come from Mexico)
Thumbin' through racks, oh, hundred in the stash house (Go)
I'ma ball 'til I fall out (Go), I'm on the cash route
Gleam, glaow, they see the diamonds through the tints
You ain't 'sposed to make it from my city, from our city
Bickin' it back, now I'm in the 'burbs now (I made it)
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