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Ya Dig
Juice WRLD

In 'Ya Dig,' Juice WRLD takes listeners through his journey from humble beginnings to wealth and success. With hard-hitting lyrics and catchy melodies, he reflects on his come-up, flaunting his achievements and embracing his newfound lifestyle. This track showcases Juice WRLD's distinctive style and ability to blend introspection with braggadocio.


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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Amiri on me, they came with the rips, ya' dig)
Yeah, yeah, (Try to run up on me nigga, that shit ripped, ya' dig)
Oh, oh (Uh)
Ya' dig

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take your bitch, ya' dig (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya' dig (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya' dig (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya' dig (Pop it like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

[Verse 1]
I remember, I was broke, last December, in my home
Recording music, so I could post it, get my clout up on them hoes
Now a nigga got a million plus a couple million, uh-uh-uh (Uh, grrah)
I'm the realest in the building when I walk in the building, uh-huh-huh (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bitch)
Yeah-yeah, look at that belt, Hermes
Look at that vintage Versace, nigga, you can't cop it
She a pantie droppin' thot, and she love the wristwatch (Yeah, yeah)
Look at the way I up my AP and that bitch heart stop (Gleam, gleam, gleam)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take yo' bitch, ya' dig (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya' dig (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya' dig (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

[Verse 2]
I bought a couple Monclers for the winter
I can't wait 'til it get cold
These niggas in my DM tweaking, thinking that I sold my soul
Nah, it's just hard work and blessings I'm thankful
I could've been in jail or dead, Lord knows I came close (For real)
Everything worked out, I could flex up on these niggas (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't even gotta work out
Freestyle, fuck a written, I ain't writin' shit down
Just tearin' shit down and shuttin' shit down

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh
Ya' dig (Yeah)

[Chorus]
3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
I could take your bitch, ya' dig (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya' dig (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya' dig (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit

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About "Ya Dig"
  • Song Idea:

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Amiri on me, they came with the rips, ya' dig)
    Yeah, yeah, (Try to run up on me nigga, that shit ripped, ya' dig)
    Oh, oh (Uh)
    Ya' dig

    [Chorus]
    3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
    Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
    I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
    I could take your bitch, ya' dig (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
    Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya' dig (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
    Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya' dig (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
    Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya' dig (Pop it like an ollie, do a trick)
    Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

    [Verse 1]
    I remember, I was broke, last December, in my home
    Recording music, so I could post it, get my clout up on them hoes
    Now a nigga got a million plus a couple million, uh-uh-uh (Uh, grrah)
    I'm the realest in the building when I walk in the building, uh-huh-huh (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, bitch)
    Yeah-yeah, look at that belt, Hermes
    Look at that vintage Versace, nigga, you can't cop it
    She a pantie droppin' thot, and she love the wristwatch (Yeah, yeah)
    Look at the way I up my AP and that bitch heart stop (Gleam, gleam, gleam)
    [Pre-Chorus]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh

    [Chorus]
    3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
    I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
    I could take yo' bitch, ya' dig (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
    Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya' dig (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
    Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya' dig (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
    Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
    Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit (I'ma tell the whole world to suck my dick)

    [Verse 2]
    I bought a couple Monclers for the winter
    I can't wait 'til it get cold
    These niggas in my DM tweaking, thinking that I sold my soul
    Nah, it's just hard work and blessings I'm thankful
    I could've been in jail or dead, Lord knows I came close (For real)
    Everything worked out, I could flex up on these niggas (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I don't even gotta work out
    Freestyle, fuck a written, I ain't writin' shit down
    Just tearin' shit down and shuttin' shit down
    [Pre-Chorus]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh
    Ya' dig (Yeah)

    [Chorus]
    3K on the coat, bitch rich, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Hunnid fifty on my wrist, let me talk my shit (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
    I remember I was broke, had to steal my kicks (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Now I'm playin' Repo Man (Yeah)
    I could take your bitch, ya' dig (Nigga, I could take your bitch?)
    Amiri denim, they came with the rips, ya' dig (Amiri denim, they came with the rips)
    Uh, every time we pop out we got them sticks, ya' dig (Every time we pop out we got them sticks)
    Uh, pop it like an ollie, do a trick, ya' dig (Pop him like an ollie, do a trick)
    Tell the whole world suck my dick, I'm lit

  • Artist Inspiration:

    Juice WRLD

  • Created: June 24, 2024
  • Views: 35