Check out the lyrics of Juice WRLD’s new single “Lightyears” featuring Young Thug released on September 9, 2024. Materialism, power dynamics, casual and fleeting relationships, and drug-fueled escapism, this song is all about it. Get lyrics below. ENJOY!
Lightyears Lyrics (feat. Young Thug)
I Wanna Do Her With Her Friend, What’s Good?
Baby, I’m On Bands, I’m On Bands, I’m Feelin’
Runnin’ Up Them Bands, B!tch, I’m
B!tch, Them Pockets Lookin’ Big, Big, Big
Know My Pockets Lookin’ Big
Ayy, Pockets Lookin’ Big, Hm
Uh
Bank Account Lookin’ Big
.40 Make You Dance Like A Jig
You In The Way, Put A Hole In Your Wig
Desert Eagle On Me, B!tch, The Bullet Hole Big
I Don’t Like Revolvers, They Only Hold Six
Yeah, I Hang With Them Demons, No 666
Your B!tch Swallowin’ My Semen
Forgettin’ The Meanin’ Of Self-respect
F**k Her Face And Put Her On The Internet
I Just Been Lettin’ The Cash Grow
Run Up On Me, Die Faster
I’m A Real Nigga, Nah, I’m Not An Actor
Double Cup With That Red Lean, I’ma Sip Classy
Dior On My Feet, I Feel Classy
You Say You Love Me, Do You Mean That?
I Don’t Think So ’cause You Weren’t There
When I Was Down Bad, Yeah
I Don’t Think So, B!tch, I Know So
Money By The Boatload
I Know Why These Ho*s Actin’ Nice
Cause I’m A Rich Guy
Be On My Own Shit, Let That Shit Fly
Takin’ Trips Off The Percs, I Be Sky High
In The Sky, Sippin’ On Red Lean Like It’s Red Wine, Red Wine
Bank Account Lookin’ Big
.40 Make You Dance Like A Jig
You In The Way, Put A Hole In Your Wig
Desert Eagle On Me, B!tch, The Bullet Hole Big
I Don’t Like Revolvers, They Only Hold Six
Yeah, I Hang With Them Demons, No 666
Your B!tch Swallowin’ My Semen
Forgettin’ The Meanin’ Of Self-respect
F**k Her Face And Put Her On The Internet
When I See Diamonds, My Senses Start Swinglin’ (Sex)
Dog, Nigga, Twelve Phones, All ’em Ringin’
Like, “Brr-Brr, Hello, Do You Need Me?”
Like, “Brr-Brr, Hell, No, Baby, Beat It”
Army Green F&Ns (Two Of)
Bet A Pu*sy-Nigga Won’t Rat Again (Bet)
Bank Account Low Again (Why?)
Cause I Spend All Of My Money On My Friend (Hey)
Where The F**k Your Cash Go? (Where?)
How The F**k Your Drip Up To Par But Your Cash Low? (How?)
How The Hell You Manifest From A Big Dog To A Tadpole?
How You Know That She Tellin’ You Dance, Foe?
See, We Went To The Top From Them Shackles (Top)
How You Know In The Future It’s Gon’ Be A*s, Though?
Ride Big Bentleys Everywhere That I Go (Park)
Keep The Lamborghini Parked At The Bank, Though (Yeah, Park)
Alright, I’m Lit, No Lie
Buyin’ Horses Like In Salem, Know We Mob Tie, Aw, Yeah
Rich In Real Life
I Do Not See You, Ho, Like It’s Midnight
Even In Light
Bank Account Lookin’ Big
.40 Make You Dance Like A Jig
You In The Way, Put A Hole In Your Wig
Desert Eagle On Me, B!tch, The Bullet Hole Big
I Don’t Like Revolvers, They Only Hold Six
Yeah, I Hang With Them Demons, No 666
Your B!tch Swallowin’ My Semen
Forgettin’ The Meanin’ Of Self-respect
F**k Her Face And Put Her On The Internet
