Ransom (Remix)

Ransom (Remix) - Lil Tecca/Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Nick Mira/Taz Taylor/Jarad Higgins/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe

Composed by：Nick Mira/Taz Taylor/Jarad Higgins/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe

Turn you to a dancer

Yeah

Internet money b***h

I got black I got white what you want

Hop outside a ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow

I take they a*s for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up

Now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks

Turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots

Wanna link the gang yeah

I got red I got blue what you want

The Chanel or Balenciaga Louis and Vuitton

She know I got the Fendi

Prada when I hit Milan

I needed me a die or rider

I need me the one

I started from the bottom

You could see the way I stunt

I want all the diamonds

I want that s**t to weigh a ton

The opps they tryna line me

'Cause they hate the place I'm from

But them n***as don't know me

They just know the place I'm from

I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place

But you ain't want me last year

So just get up out my face

They all up in my inbox

So I know they want a taste

I know they want my downfall

Lil' n***a are you laced

I got black I got white what you want

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow

I take they a*s for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up now they say they want some

I got two twin Glocks turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots wanna link the gang yeah

I'm in it to win it I'ma be the best

Yes Sir

Started from the bottom I ain't have no one yes Sir

Had to get big on them n***as Bruce Banner

Bro split wigs turn a n***a to a dancer

I got hard I got soft what you want

Since the day

That I've been on they been blowing up my phone

I can't hear 'em I got all this loud in my lungs

Thumbin' through these blue faces while I'm smoking on Runtz

Uh I'm in the hills ooh yeah

Countin' them bills ooh yeah

All baguette diamonds ooh yeah

Chandelier give her chills Yeah

Feel like yesterday I was just watching Fresh Prince

Uh

Now the crib look like Bel-Air rip to Uncle Phil

Money big uncle Phil twin Glocks Phil and Lil

N***as hate uncle Tom

Spin them off me carousel

Get 'em off me go to hell silencer kill 'em soft

Tecca'll take you for ransom me I'll put you in a coffin

I got black I got white what you want

Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom

I know I'm 'bout to blow I ain't dumb

They try to take my flow I take they a*s for ransom

I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up now they say they want some

I got two twin glocks turn you to a dancer

I see two twin opps leave 'em on a banner

And I got two thick thots wanna link the gang yeah