Lyrics of 'Dark Arts (Lock On)' by Juice WRLD

Ayy, KBeaZy, you fye'd up

I won't pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
Bet she part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch I'm fire like a stove on, fire like: Who left the stove on?
She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on the nigga, we met at a park, Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on

Uh, keepin' my Glock on, I think outside of the box
He said that hе wanna box (yeah)
Knock him right out of his socks (yeah)
Somebody pass mе the rock (yeah)
I'ma stunt on that bitch like The Rock (yeah)
Never gon' stop (yeah), working my way to the top (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's go
Four black friends in the back of the Benz smokin' dope 'cause they don't care (let's go)
Bro totin' on the Sigs while they rollin' up mids
Run up, don't you dare
Clap 'em there (ayy), make 'em disappear
I got some scary stories (On my momma), murderin', makin' money
Ain't shit they could take from me
Two fifty on my wrist, yeah, I went dummy
One fifty the clique, we all scummy
If we ever not rich then we takin' all y'all money
Let's go

I won't pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
Bet she part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch I'm fire like a stove on, fire like: Who left the stove on?
She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of the park (what?), It's going, going, gone
Swung on the nigga, we met at a park (what?), Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on

Every day I'ma chase to the blue faces, get my racks on
Turn on your block (oh), everybody outside get shot (oh)
I'ma work every day, I'ma keep getting paid
Just to keep the lights on (yeah)
7 o’clock, I be at work on the dot (oh, oh, oh)
Hey, let's go
Now I ball, I stay lit like Mardi Gras
My eyes got big off the Molly, Raw
Make me wanna shoot up a party
Sorry I'm not sorry, bitch, I don't fear nobody
I'm so high, can't feel my body

Let's go
Four black friends in the back of the Benz smokin' dope 'cause they don't care
Rollin' up mids, toting on the Sigs
Run up, don't you dare
Clap 'em there, make 'em disappear

I won't pick up my phone shawty
I been road runnin'
Bet she part devil like Gohan
These Rick Owens, no Cole Haans
Bitch I'm fire like a stove on, fire like: Who left the stove on?
She told me I get her turned on when I start using my tongue
Knocking that pussy right out of the park, it's going, going, gone
Swung on the nigga, we met at a park, Barry Bonds
Hit him in his head, bullets sharp, dart, spot-on
She the only one who got the key to unlock my heart, keep a lock on